Make Time

Every always criticises,
'It's in the past, done and dusted
Move on.'
A thousand voices say the same,
Talk. Talk.
No one ever helps.

They stand on the other side of the fence
They shout their opinions
They stand on the bridge, tell you where to end up.
No one ever gives directions.
No one ever helps to drive this car,
there are no lessons to teach me how.
There is no time to talk.
Two ears, one mouth but all they do is talk.

Distress
living with it, ignoring, day after day after day, />
he piled it on top of me
wouldn't share the load.
Hypocrites!
I'm alone. Clueless.