" Displaced Stranger "

I woke up, different place, different town, ragged out
Wondering who's bed I'm in, torn, without a doubt
I hate who I am, hate, who I've become
I feel like a displaced stranger, without a gun
Sometimes, I walk through towns, and seedy places
Looking, for a notion, or semi-familiar faces
But there are none
This pain, of loneliness and displacement
Is killing me...

I killed a squirrel, on the side of the road, the other day
I don't know how, I just woke up, and found it that way
I hate, what I've become, and so does everyone else
I'm just a bum, on the side of the road, who hasn't dealt..
Perhaps one day, i'll wake up,
But I hope not
It's too much fun, town to town
Hating
Dying inside
On the side of the road
With no soul
And just a squirrel, for a friend......

I feel like a displaced stranger, who has another life
Somewhere, perhaps a wife
To bring me bacon, and make me smile
Lord knows
Haven't done that, in quite a while
Maybe one day
I'll remember, just who I am
But for now, I'm just a bum
On the side of the road, haunting your town
In the guise
Of a displaced stranger....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)