Enter Sadman

Enter Sad Man

What motivates a sad man
Whose future greyly rolls
Into unending distant
Does he cry Save Our Souls?

As the days stretch out before him
Life's kitchen cupboard bare
And nothing fills his hours
Does he pause upon the stair?

Reflecting, seeking purpose
A reason to exist
Or does he trudge on upwards
Not welcoming a twist

That could de-rail the boredom
The pointless days routine
And spark his eyes afire
A glimpse of purpose seen

Or would that effort wasted
Requiring force of will
His life painting by numbers
Has its attractions still

There's safety in a routine
They don't challenge vacant eyes
He's buried life's own meaning
He's murdered joy, surprise

His eyes might catch another's
Whose life force has drained out
And in blank recognition
Passes by but saying nowt

And standing on the landing
With his tiny little thoughts
Questioning almost nothing
Impulse considered warts

Moved by very little
His diet day TV
Almost curses his situation
But can't be bothered to disagree

But he does nothing about it
Simply occupying space
Can't really call it living
Blank and waxy is his face

Once his life had meaning
A child racing up life's track
Eager to move onwards
Never looking back

Now one grey mass of vacant public
Shuffles the old grey track
Never moving forwards
Never looking back

Death paces alongside him
Encouraging him to exit
But he's too lethargic
To switch on the live electric

Eventually he'll get you
Bough creaks, rope knots the tree
As in wind you're quietly swinging
Little change as all might see.