They look the same and won’t speak to me!
I’ve had enough of these four walls,
Even when I hoovered away their cobwebs,
They wouldn’t offer me even a smile,
I tried to climb out once in awhile,
But fours walls often get very tall,
If you let them, If you forget them,
When they crowd you in and turn on you,
With your view inside out,
and no one wants to hear you shout,
Fours walls can make the real world seem small,
When the lights suddenly goes and comfort gone,
Then four walls will surround us all.
Moral of this story is get out on your bike this day – as life is too short…..
© Gavin Lyons 2012