Nobody fights for it anymore,
freedoms were had at a younger score.
Trust is broken, and it all too easy,
but not for the girl who fell hard and needy.

I don’t raise my head anymore,
have no smile, or wants to live for.
Is it life I’m learning, is it just a trial?
Are they lessons I’m learning, this lonely while?

In time I wait, will it away my way,
Just needing Howlin’ Wolf having his say.
For the winds come high, might settle us together.
Break free now of this confused tether.

I’m going to the country, and life will be so sweet.
Where the world is wild, and our lives a fine treat.
Do I expect anything, what torrid mind would not?
The doors in my mind going knock, knock, knock.

© 2014 The Rum Review