Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Alan Berger

The sky is falling
Like broken glass
The past is crawling
Up my ass

The streets I stroll
Abducted my soul
And took away
My jelly roll

The waves in oceans
That I may never see
Are spelling my name
And calling for me

But what do I do
And where will I lay
I hope I’m already gone
When it gets that way

Until that time
Until that day
I’ll forever keep punching
There is no other way

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