Theres a guy the opposit of ambitious
Adverse to pinstripes,order, folders
and all things typed
Hates the words modules, schedules and meetings
Loathes all food with meat in
Has no time for time
sees the grouchy nature of clocks
and the bilingual nature of colour.
Rejoices in the serenity of empty
and the shape of plans unmade
Believes dreams are in the next room cooking chips
and that goals and ambitions split was an amicable one
He knows that fulfilment lilts a train ride away
That trying too hard hurts your eyes
And that aims keep your toes warm
Routien was hoovered up in 1985,
So he began to dress down and stay in more.
He loves thrillers and poetry.
Doesn't know where the Iambic Pentameter is.
But knows he would'nt go there on holiday
Understands the mystecism of Wednesdays
and the clarity of fog.
Embraces the rythmic naturue of numbers.
Knows that numerals and letters
dont get on
and that however old you are
age dosent fit,
but slips up and down like
oversised shoes
He doesn't know his age
He doesn't care
Believes games are for everyone
Says its your turn to 'seek'
And dances to the months of the year
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