Future

i hold your future
in my hands
it does not rest easy there

how did i end up here
watching you squirm as
my hands are tied and unable
to help you

i don't want to be here
i want to be sinking a cold
pint and chucking a fiver into
a dodgy fruit machine

i want to be out of this suit
that imprisons me in a role
i do not want to play

and in 3 weeks i can
ditch this suit by the side of the
road if i want to
i can drink that pint
and order crisps as a side dish

i can wake up in the morning
and wash the history away

and become myself
once more