Concert

It's a mess

My life is a ongoing concert,

drinking,jumping ,taking whatever gets passed on

I'm getting tired of the band playing,

longing for a home that's not a tent.

I don't want to be young, dumb and numb

Finding the back road away from the stage

A silent place, so silent, I'm afraid

Leaving the concert, no bags packed

A journey I will go alone,

not sure where to go

paranoia as my best friend,

drugs and alcohol as my fiend

Author's Note

Still learning