"Nomad"

"Nomad" By Marcus Cooke

I walked to the village limits
There was no love, no heart within it
A underpass where broken body’s lay
There spirits departed with nothing left to say
I was looking for that love of mine
she was lost long ago,
lost in a melody, lost in time.
 
“I am the nomad
Man without a country
Man without a gun
Man without a mission
Walking with the sun”
 
I walked to the highest peak
Forbidden destiny’s I wasn’t meant to meet
The smell of death and gasoline
Another sacrifice to the fear machine
Alienation is a friend of mine
Days break as hours die.
 
“I am the nomad
Man without a future
Man without a past
Man without a shotgun
The present moved to fast”
 
I did not notice how Society had grown      
I was at home selling everything I own
Preparing for the end of days
A mad man in a typcast role I portray
The crops are dead  
There is nothing growing here
Through the Bad Lands
To who knows where?
 
"I am the nomad
Man without a lover
Man without a home
Man without a shotgun
Frozen to the bone
man without processions
man with memorys of yesterday
Lost and alone."
 
Through Bristol city centre
To London’s underground
The skies scream your name
This is no man’s land
the bad lands of discontent
Through Manchester Piccadilly
Salford and edinbrugh
Deserts of desertion
lost in grains of sand
An image appears before me  
It’s you offering to take my hand.
 
"I am the nomad
thought's turn to feelings
feelings turn to dust
isilation and exile suit me
as the landscape turn's to rust".