My attention has switched away from rhyming schemes
I want to get back in the saddle of writing mirth
The change done me good but no longer holds wait
It is time to implement the plan I made before birth
The world needs jovial medicine like never before
If they stop us from laughing, we are totally fucked
Without a sense of humour people’s faces harden
Then it will be too late to wish they had ducked
We make everything serious in the commercial
Taking risks is akin to puncturing your life raft
Failure is costly to your wallet and more so self esteem
The last thing we want is to be thought of as daft
Yet what do they say about the fool on the hill?
Sharing a moment with the voices of trees
We long to get back in tune with our nature
But instead, we behave like good worker bees
It’s the monotony of repetition that kills the soul
Which allows the robotic mind to feed on it’s brain
From this moment on if we don’t lighten up
We will have to learn old lessons all over again
So that’s why I am going back to almost dead hobbies
To inject them with a burst of fresh application
This time I will experiment with a carefree approach
Try to welcome any growing pains tribulation
To be successful requires facing up to challenges
Overcoming obstacles bring reward in the end
I’ve been battered around by more than a few
So much so that I’ve learned to make them my friend
Cheers!
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