Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Alan Berger

I awoke from a dream
That was a past vision
I was running towards a fence
I remembered from prison
Instead like before
When I just did my time
I sailed over that fence
Like there was never a crime
In the yard
Among all the others
Around all the framed
Even when I tossed that excuse
It sounded so lame

I didn’t care if I got shot
Either way
I’m going to win this bout

I knew I’d be stranded
Me and my worthless hide

I don’t care who says what now
Or how them, and me, will come to our fate


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