...or does it? Meh, haven’t made an entry on here in an age - no particular reason. Anyway, I feel quite ‘flat’. Work is horrible - we were ‘bought out’ at the end of September, and though it’s ostensibly the same company (same buildings, same people) it feels different. As though, to me, the heart and soul has been ripped out of the place. I’ve been through rough patches there before, but I think this time I really need to think about getting off my butt and finding somewhere else to go. Must dust my CV off over the Christmas break. I found my eyes getting moist as I drove along listening to this this morning... “Patience” It’s like a conversation, where no-one stops to breathe Is it my imagination, or did God already leave the table? Such destruction, and pure white castles in the sand No time for introduction With all that money changing hands And the satellite says, “Take a look at all we have” But the old man says, “You want my family, for your liberty...I can’t do that.” Look into the eyes of any patient man Whether they be amber, green or blue, There’s a piece of God staring back at you But they see our children, and the old folk fend for themselves They see our broken women On imaginary shelves But the satellite says, “Won’t you people look at all we have? Don’t you want it? Can’t you see the things that you lack?” Children in his arms, he turns his back.