Random Poem

"An isolation sense, that can n'er be escaped,

From further afield to way back home,

The feeling y'just can't sate,

Not vampiric but a longing,

To BElong to somewhere,

Yet to live life for another,

Is futility, austere,

Austerity is the key, a sombre sadness follows,

The life-long search for happiness,

It just 'ain't worth the bother,

What can one do save live somewhere?

In tranquil relativity,

Perhaps out in the countryside,

Maybe down by the sea;

To hear the roar of the lapping waves, makes me feel complete,

Better that than urban hell, the jungle 'tis the street,

So many lost souls gathering, in a city that's never free,

Pay your tax, it's right like that,

How can a man be free?

Not here nor there, it's the law of entropy;

Live, life, find your path that's you,

Watch the hit counter go up,

That's not life.

Watch the spectacle, enjoy: that's life,

Not trapped as a prisoner of your own vice,

Disguise yourself amongst the rustled leaves,

Hide yourself, admist the leafy green trees,

Can we be free? Never!

Just live your life, to the end of wits tether,

Moored on a quay-side, that costs so much,

No more can you feel, that universal hush,

A whisper for a drifter, the park-bench aqualung,

To not stoop so low, but have pride, having fun;

No more waiting on the run,

To back sating: that's to come,

I'm the hart through forests run,

To a home, where it all begun,

So many memories, I cannot escape,

A home-town where no-one can relate,

So I off to the shire down Avebury way,

Where pretty pixies all do play,

Some friends and somewhere to stay,

Comfort, warmth, and another day,

Turn the page,

Begin again."

Max.