I know it sounds depressing but it’s not window dressing.
This shit is real.
I traveled the world writing poems and books.
I married a wonderful woman and we had two kids.
Yet I feel dead inside.
It’s not their fault. It’s not your fault.
I’m not very sure it’s my fault.
Something deep says I haven’t done enough.
I want to lecture in a world that can’t listen.
Something deep says I haven’t done enough.
I want to lecture in a world that can’t listen.
I want to listen in a world that
can’t shut up.
I want to see in a world that hides in the dark.
I can fit my fucking life in a flash drive.
I want to see in a world that hides in the dark.
I can fit my fucking life in a flash drive.
Fit in a digital landscape dearth
of feeling.
Fit for a man dying to leave a legacy.
Fit for a man dying to leave a legacy.
Mark Antony Rossi
http://markantonyrossi.jigsy.com
Ghost Soldiers, The Epic Account of WWII's Greatest Rescue Mission
Hampton Sides
http://markantonyrossi.jigsy.com
Ghost Soldiers, The Epic Account of WWII's Greatest Rescue Mission
Hampton Sides