And it’s not a warm, inspiring dream
But more a stale, mundane routine
Dull with a sense of being alone – a radio play in monotone.
And the clichés roll; “be cruel to be kind”,
“One day at a time”, “love is blind”.
Then in the silence, I hear the drone that is my life in monotone.
And in a moment far away
The promise of a brand new day
Appeared to only be ‘on loan’ to the numbing life in monotone.
And so it is with no surprise,
That with pure disillusioned eyes,
The tender heart soon turns to stone, to cope with life in monotone.
And vision, hope and appetite
Evaporated through the night
Trust and confidence have flown, deserting the life in monotone.
And all the loved ones cry out loud
And reminisce – “you made us proud,-
Ahh, but if we’d only known you lived your life in monotone”.
And days are hours on a clock
Heart and mind both under lock
And the seeds of despair are fully grown, in the field of life in monotone.
(C) Danny Scott
[Taken from the Poetry & Music CD: “Only when it’s time” & featured in the solo physical-theatre piece “Numb” by Danny Scott].