What is Left to Say?

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What is left to say

About our humdrum daily lives?

Monday to Sunday all year round

In time manufactured by mankind.

Monotonous mazes of standardised building blocks.

Daytime TV all timetabled and scheduled

The Interweb

Media meditation

For brainwashed, mindless zombies:

Heads immersed in mobile phones

Or faces bathed in television light.

Crime ridden streets await us

When we venture forth

To pre-appointed places

In a world we call “Routine”.

Little wonder then

That Imagination soon takes over

At least for me.

Heading off to Planet Paul

For flights of fancy

Fuelled by Star Trek

And Battlestar Gallactica to name but two

Of my favourite shows.

For I love Space

And anything else that lies beyond

The dreariness

Of the Here and Now.

Why do you write?

They ask as if Confession is required.

I stumble on my words

Trying to explain

How I simply have to write.

For I never can stop dreaming

And once I dream

Then I simply have to share

Whatever I’ve dreamt

With all of you.

Paul Butters

© PB 18\12\2018.