Change is the only constant in an Etch-a-Sketch morning sky. Flecks of graphite grey cloud collide with each other and come Rorschaching into view. The face of a man with a big nose looks down and smiles as he shape-shifts into a dolphin. Overcast is rarely undersold.
Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal.
Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair.
Walk with a limp and a stick.
Cue the double entendré and the stick.
Saving money on shoes.
Spending it on thoughts.
Overdrawn at the creative bank.
Loan facility disabled.
The irony!
Stronger through weakness.
Weaker through slogans.
New journeys to be taken.
Pop along.
I'm off my back.
I'm back.
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