Message Received

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!