Nothing else matters

It is natural to love tattoos if you love rock music. But why did you do it? You know how much I like tattoos. And the pain that it comes with. The pain of needles that can ink your flesh deep with fancies of days, which still smelt of my nail paint. The bloody blood-red nail paint.

Now go. Go live the life of a hippie that both of us once so madly wanted to.

You are free, but not me.

Remembering the lyrics of ‘wherever I may roam’.

And the road becomes my bride

I have stripped of all but pride

So in her I do confide

And she keeps me satisfied

Gives me all I need