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.

 

Understands the mystecism of Wednesdays

and the clarity of fog.

Embraces the rythmic nature 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