October Spring

October spring in Sydney's streets
Another attempt at finding vitality
Ducking under the overhangings
Dodging too the darkest of thoughts
Utopian ideals which once inspired
Thought through, futile then despair
Working on my anger again unpaid
These hundred overtime split shifts

Perhaps they're just new shortcomings
My 'personality problem' she said
The man-child unable to self-soothe
My dumb arse couldn't see it coming
However, I contend none of us could
Make meaning with our clicks and likes
Or the sex-offender guru enlightened
Postmodern wealth soothe-hoarding?