Or the end of the beginning. Whatever.
I can’t stop posting silly stuff. I am a full-time baby sitter at present (well … a 3 year-old, so even more challenging than a baby) so the days are all about silliness anyway, as well as short attention spans.
This was a response to a prompt from Esther, here
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Holy moly. Goodness me
I don’t know where I’m meant to be
No meaning here that I can see
Is this what’s meant by being free?
A brief respite within the womb
Then ‘Stand aside! Give me some room!’
Then out into this void of doom
The lights are on, but all is gloom
Face the facts. Open an eye
Make sense of it? Don’t even try
Is this life? Hello. Goodbye.
The first reaction is to cry
Onto the treadmill. Join the race
Take a number. Find your place
Take some sunscreen, just in case
You’re on your own. You’re lost in space.
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Richmond Road 
Nah. You can show her there is more to life than that!
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I could pretend that there is. Keep up the pretence … That’s the unwritten agreement we make with every passing generation, isn’t it?
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You will never be alone as long has you care for that three year old.
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That’s a good point, I guess. The first thing I think about at the end of the day when he goes to sleep is a bit of solitude, to be honest.
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I really like this!
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Thank you
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