Leaving Town: Chasing dreams that run away like cats down alleys after midnight

Summary

A collection of poems inspired by a time of uncertainty, purpose, youth and question.
These poems were mostly written in 1989 while living in Oxford. A very small number of them were done in 1990, just as I moved to London. I had been through a difficult couple of years, but life was starting to look up again. I was on the dole, waiting to become a rock star. London seemed like the right choice, and I was done trying to make Oxford work out for me.
Hazy future
I'm not sure that I know anymore,
just what’s fair, what's right at all.
There's a long way to go on this open road,
at the mercy of all the world may throw.
I'm not sure that I feel anymore.
When my home is gone in misty stories,
my body is broken by men I don't know.
Sometimes I feel like a puppet, in a loser’s show.
I'm not sure of what I do anymore,
though I've been avoiding it for so long.
The reason’s lost, why I go on.
Can I build it back, when I keep getting it wrong?
Hazy future, yeah, it looks like another misty dawn.
I salute you - all those who carry on.
When the bed you lie on, isn't your own,
and the life you live is no longer normal.