CAMPING NIGHTS

“I miss those nights,

STARRY STARRY nights,

Laughing by the fireside,

Drunk until we are moving side to side.

 

I miss those morns

When freedom was born

Filled with purry moans

And husky groans

Our bodies were bare,

Smiling to the sweet, pleasant air.

 

I miss those days,

Filled with a summer haze,

Our dreams lay ablaze,

Confronting us to be part of a developing craze.

 

All now feels surreal,

Gravity beckons me to knell,

Watching myself go through the motion,

Of showing emotion and devotion,

To a life not worthy of recognition.

 

Through the worst of life’s abyss,

My  soul yearned for eternal bliss.

And so I began on my path,

Learning to love my inner psychopath.”