Every Door
Every Door
Every door hides a quandary.
That includes yours and mine
No one has the perfect dream
Everyone’s swimming upstream.
Every soul should be protected
Most of them are neglected
All your friends hope you fail
No such thing as a plain sail
Living life is in a mine field
Struggling on, never to yield.
Every day there’s a crisis
Your boss isn’t the nicest
Have you forgotten your black tie?
A failure never knows why
The knives are ready and waiting
Get a new app for your dating
All the women are over Botoxed
Want a picture of your sock box
The pressure's coming to the boil
You’re living in springs coil.
And it’s all down to you
Nothing in life is new
This is it, there’s nothing more
It’s all been done before
From the Romans to the present day
Torture till you slip away
Insecurities are all in your mind
Step outside and you'll find
Your life doesn't lie in tatters
Because nothing matters
Guaranteed you won’t pull through
There’s nothing you can really do!
David Cox 27/02/23
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Copyright © Dave Cox | Year Posted 2023
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