Lacking depth I wade in shallows
Pebbled misery between scribbling toes
Eyes wide above dotted water
I see no tears.
Showing posts with label Crisis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crisis. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Sunday, August 01, 2010
The middle?
I have no thoughts. Well, none that are worth blogging about. It's not that they are unbloggable; just that they fall into the boring category.
Is this is what a mid life crisis feels like?
Will I now be tempted to buy a Ferrari? (I am, of course, pretending that I could, if I wanted to. Or maybe a Lamborghini.)
Indulge in a passionate affair with a toy boy? (Hmmm...)
Throw up my job and dedicate my life to baking Pavlovas? ( I could. But then, what would happen to my Ferrari? Or Lamborghini, as the case may be.)
Stop pretending to blog and start writing in earnest? ( I could. I really could. Without the Ferrari. Or the Lambhorgini. Or the toy boy, though that would be a pity. Or throwing up my job, though that is truly tempting.)
The End.
Is this is what a mid life crisis feels like?
Will I now be tempted to buy a Ferrari? (I am, of course, pretending that I could, if I wanted to. Or maybe a Lamborghini.)
Indulge in a passionate affair with a toy boy? (Hmmm...)
Throw up my job and dedicate my life to baking Pavlovas? ( I could. But then, what would happen to my Ferrari? Or Lamborghini, as the case may be.)
Stop pretending to blog and start writing in earnest? ( I could. I really could. Without the Ferrari. Or the Lambhorgini. Or the toy boy, though that would be a pity. Or throwing up my job, though that is truly tempting.)
The End.
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