Jagged Rocks

Do you ever feel like – You are being driven onto jagged rocks By an unforgiving tide, Searching for a refuge, Searching for somewhere safe to hide? Feel the world is spinning much too fast And you are barely hanging on, Like a vinyl record spinning out of control And you don’t like the song? Feel like you are on a sheer cliff face And the next hand-hold you can’t find, The storm clouds gathering above you And they aren’t silver lined? Feel you are wildly out of step, With the decision makers at large, That you cannot make yourself heard, Cannot influence those, seemingly, ‘in charge’? Feel you are whispering into the wind While others bellow into megaphones, While the privileged feast high-on-the-hog And throw you the picked-clean bones? If you feel your warnings can’t break through, Just be mindful to protect your mental state, Your views will eventually gain support, Just hope this happens – Before it’s much too late…