Circumvent                                                           © Christian Moss

 

As time cuts reminders into your flesh.

Ideals to be chasing, a well-trained pet.

Or a shark, snared-up and thrashing in the nets.

Wait for the kindest cut to set you from unrest

 

A champion of circumvent.

A world leader at non-commitment.

I’ll just skirt around the edge.

The only time it’s going to drag me in, is by my will.

 

Stand back, resistance is fruitful if it suits.

No holes to hide in, broken roots.

Analyse your valiant image, where the truth lies

Between the freedom fighter cutting loose, and a master of excuse.

 

A champion of circumvent.

A world leader at non commitment.

And that will stick in your craw.

The only time you’ll find me on this floor is if I choose to…

 

Fall. Conform. Just change. No longer against the grain.

 

I don’t believe you can turn life on its head and just win.

I do believe in this, that without dreams we are nothing more

than machines, so I’ll remain to be

A smiling spanner in my own works.