sliding doors

no one knows which way , our battered, bruised humiliated share will go.
will we live to see it crawl again .
or will we have to learn how to begin again ourselves. So much is in the hands of men in suits, earning a living. counting our mistakes.
Could these men know , most , actually all of newsat , is not Adrian. We are a group of folk who
worked long and hard for this. remember, the people
not the bloke. .the one who smiled at us .