Yesteryear Caught Up
No matter the failures, I know how true and honest my life has been up to this night. In tune with punk rock, laments and celebrations. Elation drugged with a purer sense of thought. Remembering the lessons that my father has taught. So many more reasons left to learn, the drunken night sellouts and the drinks that are left to burn. Oh I Live for the nights, with women and loves. Those kinks and those fucks that are sent from above. Songs and promises, oaths left to keep. Memories so brazen, so rude and so callous, yet so tender and deep. Tomorrow may be all for naught, but songs and laughter and secrets yet caught. They keep me whole in my broken down state. And I pray to no god that I'm never too late. To tell them all just what they all mean to me, the brash and the unreasoned and the soulless yet meet. Tomorrow I'll think back, in a sodden torn mood, that I was always so eager, so careless and lewd.
Maybe this has always been the life set for me. Stories and love songs too torrid, too steep. And nevermore shall I be lost.
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2016