So, no man is an…but you’re living in no man’s land. You owned your loneliness for four years and you named it Army…your universe is now expanding and your social capital is diminishing. Your universe has become dense, clammy and regulated.
As above. ‘Nam looks the same in every direction, down range left and down range right. Soldering under a blazing dying star I’m So Lonely pangs your gut. “Who knows I’m alive within the uniformity of this f*cked up universe?”
I’m Mr. Lonely I have nobody for my own I am so lonely, I’m Mr. Lonely Wish I had someone to call on the phone.
Now I’m a soldier, a lonely soldier Away from home through no wish of my own That’s why I’m lonely, I’m Mr. Lonely I wish that I could go back home
You gasp in nostalgia while taking your sights. But the green, green grass of home recedes into jungle cover not yet deforested by Agent Orange.
The rules of nightmares begin. You aim your M16 and focus on anything that brings peace inside… and then maybe to the world.
To home and beyond you will go…but not before tomorrow and not before you meet your only True Friend…
316, Don’t Let Me be Misunderstood: