Come on, come on, come on, get through it

(A poem inspired by Blur song titles)

I’m Out of Time, lost in thought,
Wading through this Tender pain I’ve fought.
In the mirror, I see a Strange News from Another Star,
Not quite myself, not sure who we are.

With The Universal weight on my chest,
I fake a smile, but I need some rest.
I hide in Clover Over Dover, seeking peace,
But my mind is a Beetlebum that won’t release.

Life spins fast, like a Trimm Trabb ride,
I try to hang on, but it’s hard to decide.
Am I Coffee and TV or something more?
The lines between blur as I drift from shore.

I’m Under the Westway, feeling low,
Hoping for light, but it’s No Distance Left to Run, you know.
Still, there’s Song 2 within me somewhere,
A flicker of hope in the cold air.

So I’ll keep fighting, I’ll keep trying to heal,
In the end, I’ll find what’s For Tomorrow—something real.