An Island

Posted: August 3, 2015 in Poetry-Prose
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We’re on an island, an island I say!
Where a dark grey sky is never a miss, and to be ignorant is just sheer bliss.
Put down your pool cue and put up your fists.
Pits and pubs and pubs and pits.
Men dressed as women and women dressed as men.
There was a party of pirates too.
Our culture is now barren.
My generation is selfish and is prone to to fuck itself over over and over again.
I just hope to find the small group of exceptions .
The ones who fight for the good of our generation.
The ones who find the warmth in the dark animated shadow of night.
The ones who shall find the freedom of their persona.
Find themselves .
Not follow fads and the trends of the sheepish like majority on the God forsaken dull island.
Good luck. Good luck. Good luck.
Reach the end and find it. Reach for it . And catch it.
Because no one else will do it for you.

© Alex Turner 2015

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Comments
  1. vivachange77 says:

    I like your positive energy. Good luck to us all.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Alex you are one of the best individualistic bloggers I saw. Keep going Buddy 👍👍

    Like

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