A walk away

A walk away

Walk away from the inept concept

Walk away from the old precept

Think away and you’ll be made adept

Of those eglantines hard to intercept.

Decay, despair, fear, madness

Is there a suitable era to harness?

This rush of items after a drought

This sinking feeling set a thought

I am sad, very sad. No time to repress

Such urgent feelings. I am a total mess

There is no hope in this ode of darkness.

On the Northern Line 16h45 18 December 2018

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