When new ideas engulf you

And you feel all left behind

Like an unwanted vol-au-vent at a party

Or a man who’s losing his mind

When documents are hurled your way

And are driving you to drink

You’re expected to weakly accept it

Irrespective of what you might think

A sense of ennui envelops you 

You don’t know what to say

You long to throw it all up

Take off and run away

Letters and pro-formas

Meetings you must attend

There’s a sense of paranoia

They’ll get you in the end

But as you lie in your bed at night

Feeling alone and vexed

Remember that the notions of one age

Are usually the cack of the next

That which glows so brightly now

Will quickly fade away

And the ideas all currently in favour 

Are very soon passé