Early Morning Rock n Strolling

I scribbled this little ditty during my foraging into the mental health services of Nottinghamshire, the largest mental health trust in the whole little continent of Europe, apparently. If you can be bothered to read it, it reveals my state of mind is in the negative fields. I will have to upload some more comical odes so you leave my blog with at least not a noose-making manual. I noted, during my stay in the drug/alcohol ward I was in, that the likelihood of oceans or seas appearing in my verse was concurrent with the more my mental health was going downhill (or uphill, whichever way one views the sorry situation).
I have thus, through my personal experiences with my very own mind (no surveys here) come to the conclusion that the great oceans/seas and madness or mental breakdown is deeply linked - for want of a better word - within the human psyche. Must think of this more. I probably will have no choice...


And the seas and the sands,
And the quiet desperate lands;
And the mountain and the snow
Where the quiet desperate go.
And colours green and the brown,
And the hungry people frown.
Searching for the seas
Where the fragile people drown.
In the cities and the towns,
The screaming shrieking sounds,
Dressed and prepared
In their tattered funeral gowns.

Body bags stricken
Slippin’ n slidin’
In the Setting Sun

Christ, I wish I believed in God!