National Health

"Bounced around from pillar to post

the under qualified ones irked me the most"

It's September and you really can't stand another day without a rope

You tell this to the doctor and a firm referral is made, hurray

In the 2 years that follow, your life must go on hold

You can return and yearn until all you want to do is burn

...

"Just wait" is all you'll be told

October brings misery and madness, just like all other months before

November, December, January 'til May

The same bleak feeling, day upon day

In June, in dreams, the anger rises 

but the restlessness won't

keep you grounded

Until mid July, with no sun in your sky

You decide that its time

to take to your own life, "take heed of the dream"

Imagine failing at taking your own life

Then one day seeps into another

and the rest just bleed into one

Until you wake up, survived? 

It's Christmas night

the last time you checked it was British Summer Time

Tonight you'll pray for gunfire 

(as you consider 'The Gunner's Dream')

Well, the ship started sinking in January

You missed out on seasonal will

and February felt no shorter

the doctor again said "wait"

(wait until what?)

We lost the deck in March-April 

(...but you never were a full one anyway)

come May the water was surrounding you

but at a staggeringly sluggish pace

But then along came June, you tried to add fire to the pool

but this only earmarked the futility of attempt number two

And then nothing at all was important as year one bled into year two

The doctor said "wait" because thats all he could say upon learning of attempt number two