Haze

Walk in the shrouded air
That clings to everything
Clouding sight and muting sound
No warning what it will bring

Breathe in the misty haze
As it fills your lungs with lead
Adding weight to your shoulders
And a dense fog to your head

And it all adds to my mood
The dark, the grim
Deepens my brood
And it intensifies my growl
A gutteral noise
Deepens my scowl

Losing myself in the mist
No point in trying to resist

Night draws in slowly
Nothing at all has changed
The veil covers mind and soul
From myself I am estranged

It keeps me in that mood
Not tempered by
Drink or food
And it intensifies my gaze
Internally, captured
By the haze

Can't find myself in the mist
Hoping that this can't persist

Fifteen

The scent of deep heat 

Fills the air

Minds are fixed and focused

Tape binds ears and hair

Final words from Captain Tom

Shirts pulled on with pride

Happy to be back again

Smiles are big and wide

Tramp out to the field of play

Final stretch and thought

Steel yourself mentally

For the battle to be fought

I don't like mud

I don't like rain

Don't mind the hits

Don't notice the pain

When I'm part of fifteen

I'm happy as can be

On the field of play

My game, rugby

The referee blows his whistle

The heard pounds really hard

Anticipating the big hit

As you dash the final yard

When contacts made the first time

A smile comes to my face 

The summer break a memory

I'm in my perfect place

I don't like mud

Don't mind the rain

Love the hits

Don't feel the pain

When I'm part of fifteen

I'm happy as can be

On the field of play

My game, rugby

I'll battle, I'll toil, I'll work and strive

Hope I can last season twenty five

If this is summer

If this is summer

Then don the shorts and shades

Head to the beach with buckets and spades

Breathe in the air, soak up the rays

Knowing you'd be happy for the rest of your days

If time were to stop, stop dead in it's tracks

Wind in our hair, sun on our backs

So forget it's September, come on, just pretend

And hope that, for once, good things never end

If this is summer

Get your hand luggage ready

Head to the departure gate, feeling slightly heady

Wait for the takeoff, leave Blighty behind

Put all that you've left firmly out of mind

Drink in the peace, the difference, everything

Not even care about what you forgot to bring

So ignore the fact that August's now passed

In your mind let that final sunset last and last

If this is summer

Then break out all the tools

Dismantle, chop up, only dream of swimming pools

Build, saw, have it all feel brand new

Make hay while the sun shines is what we must do

Have a grand plan, but fall miserably short

Try and shrug it off, but it's a toothless retort

It nags and nags, like that tiny painful splinter

If this is summer, bring on the winter

#StoryOfMonday

Alarm rings out

Sunlight breaks

From a deepish sleep

Everyone wakes

No life, no soul

In me is found

Can barely make

Any audible sound

For I've not much to say

It's the #StoryOfMonday

Work is work

I'm a mouse on a wheel

Can't be spinning round

Need an even keel

Faces come

And faces go

But it's just the same

And all I know

Is that I no longer want to play

It's the #StoryOfMonday

So here I am

Telling you my woes

Bet you're bored

From head to toes

Of the silly hashtag

On every tweet

Listening to me

Bleat, bleat bleat

So I'll shut up, come what may

It's the #StoryOfMonday

Tides

When something interrupts

Your ebb and flow

And you're unsure

Whether to come or go

Rooted to the spot

Can't decide what's right

Should you stand your ground

Or run in flight

Doubting yourself

In every way

I saw that look

On her face today

When you're all at sea

And it's been a while

The paths to choose

Confuse, beguile

Your compass spins

Erratically

While you circle, circle

Endlessly

Spinning in the middle

In disarray

I saw that look

On his face today

It's three forty nine

No signs of dawn

With foggy head

I stretch, I yawn

My internal alarm

Too early rang

Now I'm pulled by yin

And dragged by yang

Weary, bleary

Come what may

You'll see the tired

On my face today

IDFLAMA

When the hunter-gatherer's

Job is done

Be it at dawn's first light

Or setting sun

IDFLAMA

Action, reaction

It's all the same

What once was fun

Is now some cruel game

IDFLAMA 

Because nothing works

Like it should

Descending in to

Endless no-good

IDFLAMA 

Can't work out

My strange acronym

All the better then

My smile is grim

IDFLAMA 

Goodnight, god bless

Sweet dreams and more

IDFLAM

Anymore

Scrapheap Challenge

A crumpled, tattered, mix of parts
Tossed out in the sun
Drying, wilting, no escape
Till all the life is done

A random collection lies in sight
Discarded here and there
What was wanted seems no longer so
And no one seems to care

And the task ahead, to no surprise
To remould, recast, or just devise
A function, form, purpose or use
Through gritted teeth, or mild abuse
The protagonist's part played with ease
I'll antagonise, sure to displease
But scrapheap challenge is here to stay
With varying shades of my dismay

Cajole, laugh, work as a team

With just one goal in sight

Fashion something in demand

To everyone's delight

Or battle through it, fight each step

We'll take them all the same

For one thing's sure in this old town

It's the only game

And the task remains, to no surprise
To remould, recast, or just devise
A function, form, purpose or use
Through gritted teeth, or loud abuse
The protagonist's part played with ease
I'll antagonise, sure to displease
But scrapheap challenge is here to stay
With varying shades of my dismay

But before you sit and judge my words

There's something you should know

I was a scrapheap challenge

Just thirteen months ago

And the task ahead, to no surprise
Is through thick and thin to just survive
The function, form, daily abuse
That springs from chronic overuse 
The protagonist's part played with ease
I'll antagonise, sure to displease
But scrapheap challenge is here to stay
With varying shades of my dismay

Scrapheap challenge is here to stay

I've no further words to convey

Changeling

Woke up with a purpose

Weather matched my mood

Perfect day for a poem

Was all I could conclude

It's title came so easily

'Serving Sunday' rang loud and true

A description on a platter

Hopefully devoured by you

The who, what, when and where

My Sunday hours in verse

Every line, thought, desire and whim

In which I did immerse

Initially written out in draft

'Serving Sunday' came alive

But just before the final save

My day then ceased to strive

Did I jinx it, hex it, spoil it

Celebrating before the win

Took it all for truly granted

Without traversing thick and thin

Seemed like 'Serving Sunday' 

Wasn't giving in without a fight

No slowly drifting quietly away

Till moon dragged in the night

Pity 'Serving Sunday'

Didn't turn out like she might

But twisted in to a changeling 

With teeth sharpening her bite 

So now I stand here looking back

How the day simply escaped

Morphed in to, I don't know

But not Sunday-serving-shaped

#TypicalTiming

The prose is perfect
My words worked out
Excited inside
I want to shout
The verses settled
Chorus smart
Deftly written
To touch the heart
Then goes flying
A glass of water
Whacked over by
Darling daughter
Hey!
Can't you see that I'm rhyming?
Another case of
#TypicalTiming

The schedule's perfect
To the last detail
City-bound
Over seas we sail
Eyes are wide
Drinking in the view
After all the flights
We've been through
Then the rain pours
From leaden sky
Simply never ending
We want to cry
Hey Sydney!
After all my fantasising
Another case of
#TypicalTiming

The crowd is tense
No one utters a word
Nothing can distract
Or focus disturb
Air is charged
Atmosphere thick
Silently wishing
For the winning kick
The pass comes back
Arms held high
Hoping, praying
Tears in our eye
Hey England!
That mountain you're finally climbing
Leave it to Johnny
With #TypicalTiming

Who cares for the detail

Let's just be

Alone, together

You and me

No matter the trial

Task, chore or endeavour

Ignore any storm

Served up by the weather

Let the rain rain
Wind blow a gale
Lightning send bolts
Or football-sized hail
Hey moment!
There's always a silver-lining
I guess that's what is called
#TypicalTiming

Ain't broke

Stop by

For a little chat

Discuss a few things

This and that

Have a look

At the latest fad

Wanna try it, yes?

Can't all be that bad

And pretty soon

I know that you'll be gone

This isn't somewhere

You belonged

Wonder if

I helped you through

This little funk

That you fell in to

Or did my little knee-jerk jump

Hold you longer in your slump

Ain't broke

Why you wanna fix it

It's not all perfect

I must admit

Ain't broke

Don't blow it away

Cause it didn't work out

As you wanted today

Ain't broke

But what you should do

Is rip the blinkers off

Take the long view

Ain't broke

I'll let this thought linger

Look at yourself

Before you point the finger

Stop by

Here's another strategy

Slip it in to conversation

We're calling it Plan T

Useful, yes?

I hoped you'd agree

I enjoy our talks

When I'm not reactionary

And, as ever

You say to me

This isn't somewhere

You want to be

And why aren't I

Helping you through

This expanding hole

That's consuming you

Has my little knee-jerk jump

Held you longer in this slump

Ain't broke

But what you should do

Is rip the blinkers off

Take the long view

Ain't broke

I'll let this thought linger

Look at yourself

Before you point the finger

Ain't broke

I'll let this thought linger

Look at yourself

Before you point the finger

Quicksand

How old am I?

There's a question to pose

Can you not tell from my hair

Or the style of my clothes

Obscure references

To programmes long gone

Should tell you in what century

I truly belong

You say it's been fair

It's a compliment I'll take

After all there's not many

That I receive or I make

But then it reverses itself

In some cruel twist

Was there a point or meaning

I overlooked or plain missed

Too busy to think there could be thought

A lesson there's never time to be taught

What consumes every day

Knocked back without pause

No time just to play

Nor fight a good cause

What drowns every night

In a sea of things unsaid

Blink once, blink twice

Extinguish lights, off to bed

Bear with me, as I prattle in rhyme

It's the only thing not betrayed by time

Remember July the second

That first day

Is it now really

Almost a whole year away

All the courses and coffees

In the same freezing room

The scent of fresh flesh

Sweep clean, new broom

What has become of

All those ideas, designs

Have they made light of day

Or as rubbish consigned

Lost in the blur

And race of the day

Stop, look up

Hang on, what was I gonna say?

Too busy to breathe or break for thought

A lesson there's never time to be taught

What consumes every day

Knocked back without pause

No time just to play

Nor fight a good cause

What drowns every night

In a sea of things unsaid

Blink once, blink twice

Extinguish lights, off to bed

Bear with me, as I prattle in rhyme

It's the only thing not betrayed by time

I look at the clock

Knowing I should be asleep

But it seems that somethings

Will never keep

May be one day I'll get it

Finally understand

Time can flow past you like water

Or trap you like quicksand

Din

Waiting for the onslaught

Bright lights and violent sound

Assaulting every sense

Encompassing, all around

Tension in the audience

Slowly starts to build

Before brains are rattled 

And eardrums completely filled

People chatter in loud voice

And rattle excitedly

About who is their favourite

Is Lifeson or is it Lee

I scan the venue with distain

It's not the greatest place

But as my ticket was completely free

I should just shut my face

Less than thirty minutes now

The arena crowds out more

Won't be long before the whistles start

And everyone starts to roar

Hope they play my favourite song

But they never do

It's consigned to part of history

Describing what 'he' went through

I'd better take my seat soon

The show's about to begin

Bring on the lights, pictures too

And please bring on the din

BT

Waiting for the substance

To be drawn

Feels like I've been sat here 

Since the dawn

What would a vampire

Make of the result

Cry out in despair

Or in rapturous tumult

How's the haemoglobin 

Holding out

Is my constitution wilting

Or am I resolutely stout

Will they find too much red

In my alcohol stream

Is my %ABV too high

Or can I only dream

Call my name, pass a smile

It's just perfunctory, all the while

Pull the strap, tap a vein

Plunge the needle again and again

Until the good stuff starts to flow

Write the labels so we know

If a strange malady lies within 

Then actions appropriate can begin

But for the answers we'll

Have to wait

Anything till then is just

Speculation or debate

Rain

Pitta patta

Rain, rain

The sound of you

On my window pane

Wakes me up

From restless sleep

I listen to

The dawn weep

But it's comforting

This disquiet, you know

Distracts me from

My ebb and flow

To this white noise

I'll doze off again

Thank you, thank you

Rain, rain

Normal Day

Wake up in the morning
To the sounds of birds at dawn
Click on the coffee machine
Stretch, let loose a yawn

Pad around the kitchen
Breakfast duly made
Shower, shave, schedule checked
Routine cooly played

I don't need a perfect day

A normal one's just fine

No lottery win or Midas touch

Bog standard for me's divine

Don't mind chores on a list

I'm not counting, I don't care

Left alone with just the simple things

A minute here, an hour there

Hang up the washing

Poach an egg or two

Talk about nothing special

But it's memorable through and through

Take a second to stop and pause

Gently sip some milky tea

Drink in all the splendour

Of the afternoon's simplicity 

I don't yearn for a perfect day

A normal one's just fine

No lottery win or Midas touch

Bog standard for me's divine

Don't mind chores on a list

I'm not counting, I don't care

Left alone with just the simple things

And the perfect day's right there

Anticipation

Waiting for the first date
Nervous as hell
Trying to be cool
But you're captured by her spell

Minutes seem like hours
Every breath harbors expectation
Not sure you can last
Through all this anticipation

In the queue for the big ride
Hear the screams and cries
Doubting if you're brave enough
To face a harsh demise

The line moves all too quickly
You're at the loading station
Pulse is pounding massively
'Cause of anticipation

They say that it's half the fun
The waiting, waiting game
The build up equal to the prize
Both a burning flame
But you're never disappointed
In time expectantly spent
Each thought, hope, desire
Greater than the main event

Dreaming up some verses
Heart racing endlessly
Challenging myself in words
Trying to find the key

To unlock all this introspection
Bring an end to this frustration
Hit the tiny 'post' icon
Hasta luego anticipation

Absent words

Dear Blogspot
I've been quiet, I know
Missed chances to see you
Because words wouldn't flow
And opportunity didn't call
Neither space nor time
Doesn't it always feel so wrong
When there's no three in rhyme

Dearest, dearest blog page
I'm sorry, I swear
I think about you always
No matter when or where
You're my comfort, inspiration
Where ideas and thoughts run free
No hindrance or hesitation
I can simply be just me

So please, my friendly pages
Neither worry, fret or pace
Everything's as it should be
Let your smile remain in place
For you are here for me
As much as I am here for you
I hope that you feel better now
...............................I do

Perdido mi palabras

Online rhyming dictionary
Provides no form of aid
Save a serving of the usual
The norm, the plain, the staid
Thesaurus too I'm sad to say
Gives little to inspire
No spark, or bolt of lightning
It's cold without the fire

If the temperature drops
Hibernate
Take stock, relax
And wait, wait

Dawn chorus
Sing your song
It's the time and place
Gather your throng
Forgive me
If I don't hum along
My dulcet tones
Just don't belong
I seem to have reached
An impasse
Perdido mi palabras
Perdido mi palabras

The usual jovial banter
Provides no form of smile
It's all the same discussions
That happen all the while
As for offering a word or two
I'll advise myself simply, no
When there's no hills you want to climb
It's just one long plateau

But it soon becomes
A slippery slope
How do you stop the slide
Without a rope

Usual chorus
Sing your song
It's the time and place
Gather your throng
Forgive me
If I don't hum along
My dulcet tones
Just don't belong
I seem to have reached
An impasse
Perdido mi palabras
Perdido mi palabras

Insomniac Club

Tick
Tock
Everything slows down
Hand of time
Move slowly
My face an endless frown

Tick
Tick
When will the dawn arrive
Seconds
Feel like hours
In to despair I dive

Thoughts
Images
Echo round my head
Toss
Turn
Can't get comfy in my bed

So I look to words
Written by you or me
As time moves on
To five from three
And the dawn
Can't come soon enough
But with so little sleep
I'll be grumpy
And gruff
But solace
Is impossible to find
What can release me
From this bind

Tick
Tock
January to December
Insomniac
Club
I'm a paid-up member

Post Participle

It's five oh one
The birds start their calls
It's been a couple of hours now
Insomnia enthrals

And in the 'silly hours'
I think of many things
People, places
Smiles, misunderstandings

Where are you now, friend
How's life treating you
I could ask you on LinkedIn
But you know I won't do

A gap's opened up
Just that little too wide
Seems I'm not brave enough now
To try and cross this divide
Well put up or shut up
And we know which will be
I give in, always
Too easily

If I could find you on twitter
I might learn some new truth
Bring it all back in to life
Not just memories of youth

A chasm opened up
And we were all lost
No chance of reprieve
Left to count the cost
Should I hit 'search'
Or assign it to history
I give in, always
Too easily

After I post this
Then finally close my eyes
As the traffic increases
And the sun starts to rise

I won't remember these words
As Thursday comes to
I won't recall a single one
But I'll never forget you

Doors

Dreams flow easily
Desires follow suit
Their calls can be gentle
Or sharply acute
Think of ways to fulfil them
Plans so astute
As empty time passes
On your daily commute
It's grand to have plans
For some faraway shores
Now reach out your hand
And open those doors

Success breeds success
Isn't that what they say
Living in the moment
Day after day
But don't rest on your laurels
Hesitate or delay
Sometimes things don't come easy
Cast off despair or dismay
It's just a matter of time
Before it's all yours
Patience, my friend
Don't lose sight of your doors

Then you wake on Monday morning
There's snow on the ground
Every thought now is muffled
Barely registers a sound
It's not that you're waiting
For things to come around
But more that the journey
Has finally run aground
What do you do
When there are no more doors
All that remains
Are echoes and chores

Making It Up

Need a verse
To satisfy an urge
Had an F-day
That I need to purge

But words won't flow
Am locked in tight
Too much chat
Has left it's blight

Too much come
And too much go
Has robbed me of
My ebb and flow

Emotion, devotion
Makes it's mark
A lingering cloud
That's thick and dark

So what's the resolution
Do I fill my cup
With something that's bubbly
And simply sup

Or don my trainers
And run it out
Vent it all
Without scream or shout

Or turn the mirror away
Stop looking closeup
This F-day serves me right
For making it up

F-day

Snow

Can you tell when snow has fallen
From the moment that you wake
Whether deep in the dead of night
Or when the sun's about to break

Does your skin tingle slightly
Even though you're wrapped up warm
Knowing it's waiting for you
A light dusting or massive storm

Are the kid's screams of excitement
All you need to know
That nature's finally delivered
The prettiest winter show

For me, it's the way the air feels
A strange but warming glow
I'll pull back the curtains with a smile
And welcome in the snow

Grumpy Pants

Yes, I'm in a bad mood
It was a horrible day
Well that's the excuse I'm sticking with
What of it, anyway

I'll moan and stomp if I want
No matter what I do
Nothing will please me, not a chance
I'm intent on being blue

Shout a lot
Stamp my feet
Temper overflows
I'm a 40-something big kid
And that's just
The way it goes

Bash around the kitchen
With lots of huff and puff
Don't you dare attempt to make me smile
I just want to be all gruff

Don't care
That it's a school night
I want booze
If you refuse me
Whoa betide cause
Then the plot I'll lose

I'll complain that I'm so upset
It's the truth, I swear
I'll get angry if you try to tickle me
Don't, don't you dare

Whine a lot
Shrug some more
My shoulders are so tight
But sometimes
Just occasionally
The grumpy pants fit just right

BFF

They chatter, they natter
Full of excitement and ideas
Laughter abounds, happy sounds
Till it's time to go, then tears

They share almost everything
Dreams, toys, and food
And they feed off each other too
In act, and deed and mood

It's good to see them so close
Hope it will always be that way
Someone to revel in the thick and thin
That life brings every day

When they stop to reminisce
A good few years from now
I trust they'll still be side by side
BFF, somewhere, somehow

We talked and talked endlessly
Long in to the night
Our plans, the future, where we'd be
How we'd shine so bright

We shared almost everything
Drink, and cars and song
We fed off each other too
Until it started to go wrong

It was good to be that close, you know
Why did we drift apart
Was it some of me, and some of you
No chance for a fresh start

Should I stop to reminisce
Too late now I've penned this verse
Not even the promise of BFF
Survives for better or for worse

Fallen Angel

I read the words
And could feel your pain
My message seemed empty
Can't explain

Your gift was gone
That you wanted, you know
Could see it in your face
When you told me so

How you waited, waited
And waited some more
Through tests and trials
Every way to explore

A chance for this miracle
Through luck or science
The wait for fate's hand
To bring an alliance

I hope that all that remains
Is not shadows and dreams
What might have become
And all those might have beens

I hope what will linger
Once the terrible thing's past
Is something, forever
A memory that will last

Of your fallen angel
What ever it might be
Staying close to your heart
Eternally

I pray that you'll remember
The happier times
Smiles and the laughter
Often, or sometimes

I know you won't forget
All the things you had planned
For your fallen angel
I'm sure they'll understand



For SY, with love

Routine

Regular as clockwork
Alarm bell rings
Dragged from the peace
That slumbering brings

Shower then shave
Choose and iron a shirt
Make sandwiches while radio plays
But pass on a dessert

Forget the blues, polish your shoes
Grab keys and shut the door
It's gotta be done, school/work run
Enjoy or just endure

Morning passes somehow
In a blur, my be a blink
Conversations merge endlessly
Have no time to think

Brunch, lunch
Is there a chance to pause
Feel oppressed, no time to rest
Or soak in a good cause

Afternoon drags so slowly
Clock hands stuck again
Home time laughs in your face
Taking your name in vain

But somehow it's comforting
The endless endless days
Everything repeated
In the same old same old ways

Sometimes it's excruciating
Seemingly without end
You'll never understand it
Or the dullness comprehend

If you choose fight or flight
Just don't make a scene
Your time will come, when you'll become
Captured by routine

The Hill

Excitement starts in earnest
Expectation in their eyes
Wonder, hope, a little fear
Something they can't disguise

Jump aboard, the car's been cleared
Ready for the thrill
Wheels spinning on the snow
Heading for The Hill

As we get close we see them
May be a hundred gathered there
Black dots amongst the white stuff
Coloured by hats or hair

Park up now, we're very close
Their voices are quite shrill
As we walk the last few steps
Now we're on The Hill

Sit down
Shoot off
Racing fast
Shouting
Screaming
What a blast
Laughing
Smiling
Such great fun
Who needs
Sand
Or warming sun

Tired legs start to take their toll
And fingers start to freeze
Trousers sodden from the snow
I hear shivering knocking knees

Pack up, trudge off, smiles abound
For today they've had their fill
There's stories to be told at home
See you tomorrow on The Hill

Fresh

Tarragon bites
Parsley's smooth
Peppery basil
Tries to make a move

Relaxed oregano
Lazy sage
Mint takes the hint
Then lasts an age

Whatever your taste
There's the perfect herb
Fresh, complimentary
Gives a touch of superb

The guy looks over
Not a hint of shy
Wants you, knows it
Captures your eye

Not so relaxed
Now you're hunted down
Can you take the hint
Without fear or frown

Whatever your taste
There's the perfect one
Fresh every single day
Can never be undone

Does time bite
After countless years
Peppered with laughter
And occasional tears

Relaxing is different
There's a comfort unsaid
No need for hints
Things not often misread

You know your taste
The years have defined
Fresh stands before you
In the most vintage of wines

Spotted

What was it that caught you
From the corner of your eye
That made you turn and look and stare
Initially, no reason why

And as you gazed, wondering
Were you noticed too
Did eyes meet yours and hold you there
For a second or two

And then the tension starts to build
When should you turn away
Don't stay too long, it's not polite
The first time, anyway

But you know if you don't linger
For just the right amount
Of seconds, ticking slowly by
Your look they'll just discount

So be brave, be bold, be resolute
Your focus please maintain
Don't see it as something there to lose
Only something you can gain

Look away, look away, look away
Then return and bide your time
When their eyes find you once again
The emotions are sublime

Feel the warming deep inside
They've spotted you, rejoice
Now prepare for your next big hurdle
When you have to use your voice

Will you come
And wait in line
Whether sky is grey
Or if there's shine

Listen to words
Written by unknown hand
Smile, or laugh
Nodding and understand

Shed a tear
With the rest of the throng
Mumble the lyrics
To the chosen song

I wonder
Would you, by my side stand or fall
No, because
You don't know me at all

Look at the messages
Well up inside
Feel a pang
For the kids or bride

Celebrate
Raise a glass or two
After all
It's what I'd expect of you

Remember the something's
We never quite had
When things went well
Or if they turned bad

I doubt
The memories would enthral
Because
You don't know me at all

And when day is done
You tumble in to bed
I'll imagine the thoughts
Running through your head

Pull your loved one close
Hold them tight
Every chance you get
You know it's right

Save all your time
For the ones that are near
Most cherished, adored
Those truly dear

At the end
Will I stand tall
No, because
You don't know me at all

Forgotten self

There's something I've been pondering
For the longest while
About enjoyment, entertainment
Things that make me smile

It used to come so easily
Second nature, without thought
But now it's really hard to find
This peacefulness that's sought

See, I've forgotten one small thing
And that's how to relax
How to chill, have my fill
Of sitting still in my tracks

While the kids watch a movie
I'm kind of out of sorts
Internet has lost it's pull
Don't feel like watching sports

Music won't talk to me no more
And reading's lost all appeal
Am struggling to stop and find
The real and proper deal

So what happens next I ask?
I really have no clue
Am at a loss, out of ideas
What can drag me through

Even this, this verse I write
Is merely killing time
Guess I'm not even now
This man called three in rhyme