Where are you going?

The voice asked wearily

Tired of the endless drain

Associated with his name

The pointless repetition of fickle needs

These landmarks of small mindedness

Forever drawn to the attention

Of the creative mind

The distraction of every heart and soul

The death of spirit

After enough of enough

The weak still repeat

The same safe guards

Guarding their own failures

Plastering over faults

To fundamental to change now

Without the whole structure coming down

A curse of temporary

Demands for quick fixes

And substandard care

This is our world now

The one that grabs for the cash

And runs as you fall to the side of the road

Where the chance of a passing Samaritan

Gets smaller in odds ever day

Things get worse before they improve

Success is on the other side of disaster

We walk this sword edge as fools

Walking in where angels have feared to tread

There is strength in weakness

The only protection we can afford

Nic ‘04