No alarms, no surprises – please

Things have been put in place, a rock dropped into the bucket, and a wish made on a star. I can only hope and pray at this moment that the dreams I have been dreaming really will come true. In a few hours a decision will be made that will change my life.

I hope.

If the outcome is positive, I’ll be packing like greased lightening, singing and dancing all the while  – happy to be free and gone to a new adventure. I don’t want to think of it not happening. As I’m happy in my rut, in my continuous journey into oblivion without having any control, who doesn’t like the taste of mediocrity when it’s a warm and sweet; I’d much rather be going forward onwards and upwards towards an illusion of freedom. Trading in one harness for another perhaps?

I hope not.

My illusion of freedom stems from the idealization that a small town will allow me to write in comfort, will allow me to do an on-line business, and that things will continue tickety-boo in a lovely fashion that I only imagined. I would like a pretty house with a pretty garden. I also would like no alarms and no surprises, please.

A heart that’s full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won’t heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don’t, they don’t speak for us
I’ll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)

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