Feeling run down, fed up and well in a rut,
struggling for inspiration,
I hadn’t written anything for days
or was it weeks? Months maybe?
I was losing track of time
and of myself.
I was overthinking about all the
wrong things.
My head hurt with it all.
Maybe I need a change,
a new direction,
a fresh start.
Was this a mid-life crisis?
Should I try a new hobby?
Maybe I should listen to
modern music and go raving,
or buy a leather jacket and
the motorbike to go with it.
On the way to my dull nine-to-five
I stop at the traffic lights.
When I notice the bumper sticker
on the car in front I gasp.
It seems to be a personal message
meant only for me.
Next to the image of a skeletal hand
are two words…
Stay weird!