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