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 futureI'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.
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