Leaving Town

Chasing Dreams that Run Away Like Cats Down Alleys After Midnight

De: Mark Berry

Narrado por: Mark Berry

A collection of poems inspired by a time of uncertainty, purpose, youth, and question.

Hazy future.

I'm not sure that I know anymore, just what’s fair, what's right at all. There's a long way to go on this open road, at the mercy of all the world may throw.

I'm not sure that I feel anymore. When my home is gone in misty stories, my body is broken by men I don't know. Sometimes I feel like a puppet, in a loser’s show.

I'm not sure of what I do anymore, though I've been avoiding it for so long. The reason’s lost, why I go on. Can I build it back, when I keep getting it wrong?

Hazy future, yeah, it looks like another misty dawn. I salute you - all those who carry on. When the bed you lie on, isn't your own, and the life you live is no longer normal.

©2019 Mark Berry (P)2019 Mark Berry