Running Away

Were you dodging, weaving, hiding from pain

Running down lost roads seeking fortune and fame

And when in the night the darkness took hold

Were you then free from the pitch-black sadness and bone-chilling cold

Did you drum your way through that fear and hate

Were you riding the rails on a nonstop train

Had your demons encircled and sealed final fate

Would you ever be able to go back home

Did the road give you freedom

Was this your way out

Did the whiskey and drugs give you courage and clout

Did you find in that person you thought that you knew

More riddles and rhymes, without any clues

Were the iron chains from past sadness chiseled away

Could you breath more freely, were you finally safe

Did the road heal your demons or were you the same

Did it matter at all who was to blame?

Or were there clear answers to those questions you held

Within the dark canyons in life where you dwelled

A world that released you from the scorn in your heart

And offered salvation, new answers, fresh starts

Those days now far gone while life has moved on

Your musical past down lost roads, old songs

Yet often still now you sit, and you wait

When you think of those days running away

Johnny Johnston
Johnny Johnstonhttp://www.blufengr-art.com/
An artist/writer as well as graduate of the University of South Carolina with degrees in journalism/20th Century American Literature, and retired senior executive of several international hotel/resort corporations, Johnny is the product of the south having been raised in the ever-changing transient lifestyle of a Carolina coastal resort. A point where he discovered, within his 300-year-old heritage and the world's dramatic social/cultural shifts during the late '60s to early 80’s an ambitious hunger and overwhelming curiosity to touch, see and become a participant in the virtually unlimited possibilities offered to those who wish for and seek life experiences. A journey which when hearing its details initially makes one a bit skeptical, questioning its validity as it is hard to imagine that incidents such as these may have crossed one man’s lifetime. This is the fodder required to step into zones exposing one's personal inner self, which many of his paintings and the words he writes do, openly. An ability to see and hear the tragic, beautiful, accomplished, exciting journey in a life free of inhibitions allowing others the opportunity to live vicariously and become, through his works, a part of its future. His larger works which have been featured in several Colorado and Fredericksburg Texas galleries and resorts have produced a number of collectors and fans. However, over the years, his paintings are mostly viewed by friends, enthusiastic new artist encountered on the streets or a small number of acquaintances he meets when dining in local cafés with his wife.