Sod off.

Wild horses,
Drag you down.
Dead from the neck up,
Gone for the dogs.
 
Daft as a bush,
For having nothing to push.
Oh, the living road is bollocks.
But,yet, so chuffed to the muff!
 
The meaning? The way?
It’s all cock up.
It should be knackered,  
From pulling our legs.
 
Do not accept being hollow,
Everytime you hit the shallow.
Raise you head up,
Keep calm and carry on...
 
Remind youself that,
Even the biggest storm,  
Is on cloud nine.
Take a rain check.
 
Oh, the more you overthinking,
The less you understand.
A busy brain,
Occupies the space,
Of the peaceful soul.
 
Sod off.