A Day In The Life.

Help!

My Twist and Shout to get up this morning, dragging myself to leave the warm, soft haven and face the day was difficult.

Just Let It Be, I thought to myself. I've Got A Feeling today is going to be a good day.

Finally exiting the house I discovered a murky day, not doing anything to ease my morning strife. The sidewalks were packed, people heading in every which direction with an added purpose, a vehement attitude towards their next destination. A young girl squeezed past me, bumping my elbow and letting out a piercing screech 'Hey Jude!', she yelled, before I had time to cover my ears.

I turned around to watch her run up and hug said 'Jude'. I'm across the universe, and some things are still exactly the same, All You Need Is Love.

The streets of London are getting brighter. Christmas Time Is Here Again. There are lights out, decorations line Oxford street, and every store places Santa, front and centre, promising happiness and gifts inside.

When I get to Millie's new abode, she thought we could go for a Day Tripper.

While we waited for cars at the pedestrian stop I thought, Don't Pass Me By. They looked like the stopping sort, Don't Let Me Down, I repeated.

Eight Days A Week Millie and I are unemployed, London is our oyster. Her Majesty is here, and so are we.

We're Free As A Bird.

We're slowly doing Every Little Thing that this city has to offer.

We think we're getting closer to a job, we think its getting better. But it's always so hard to know.

Money, (That's What I Want). But it's more than that too. It's London, it's pricey, but it's the place of big things, important things. I want that purpose, that drive. It's lying here dormant.

Maybe I Should Have Known Better, maybe I'll Cry Instead.

Maybe I'll Follow The Sun. Like Dreamers Do.

I've got the Ticket To Ride, but I'm Still Searchin' for the entry.

Any way you look at it, finding a job is the one and only right now. My concern, first and foremost.

I'm not thinking, I'm A Loser, or I'm Down. In my life, I want these things to happen, these little unseen road bumps. Cos once you hit them, you get the potential to fly.

It Won't Be Long, I'm told. That means a lot. If they're not lying. And I hope not.

Tomorrow Never Knows, so I'll wait. When I'm Sixty Four, I'll look back. That was the time of my life, I'll say.

Komm Gib Mir Deine Hand.

The End.