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ISSUE NO. 14

September 2025

ISSUE NO. 14

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Poetry

Nowhere to Go?

By

Bukks

Bukks writes from a prison in VIC.

Willy Pleasance

A new day is rising, from over the hill,

The first rays of sun fall, on my window sill.

The light is releasing, the dreams from my head,

As I find myself laying, upon my bed.

I am now awake, but have nowhere to go?

It’s such a feeling, that you couldn’t know?

The day has now started, still here I do lay,

I’m wishing, I’m wishing, the dreams would please stay?

I have nowhere to go, I have nothing to do?

I find myself laying here, thinking of you.

A new day is rising, but here I remain?

Another link for, this limitless chain.

The sun it is shining, it lights everything,

I can now hear, all the noise beginning.

Birds they are singing, I no longer can sleep,

I miss them, I miss them, my dreams make me weep.

Nowhere to go, as the new day is here?

Holding on as the last threads, of my dreams disappear.

I am awake, and there’s no turning back,

The sun in my window, won’t cut me no slack?

A new day is here, as I stand on my feet,

No longer into my dreams, can I retreat.

Let it be, let it be, please let my dreams be real?

I have nowhere to go, you can’t know how I feel?

A new day is here, now my dreams they have gone?

Nothing else to do, I turn my TV on?

I have nowhere to go, it is here I am stuck,

As for all else, I am shit out of luck?

The sun it is shining, I can no longer dream,

I must continue, my burdensome regime.

Take me back, take me back, “oh” I want to return,

To the dreams of a lady, I so keenly yearn.

I have nowhere to go, in this warmth of the sun,

I am now saddened, my dreams they are done.

Come back now, come back now, please let me see?

I have nowhere to go, and I dreamt I was free!

A new day is rising, from over the hill,

The first rays of sun fall, on my window sill.

The light is releasing, the dreams from my head,

As I find myself laying, upon my bed.

I am now awake, but have nowhere to go?

It’s such a feeling, that you couldn’t know?

The day has now started, still here I do lay,

I’m wishing, I’m wishing, the dreams would please stay?

I have nowhere to go, I have nothing to do?

I find myself laying here, thinking of you.

A new day is rising, but here I remain?

Another link for, this limitless chain.

The sun it is shining, it lights everything,

I can now hear, all the noise beginning.

Birds they are singing, I no longer can sleep,

I miss them, I miss them, my dreams make me weep.

Nowhere to go, as the new day is here?

Holding on as the last threads, of my dreams disappear.

I am awake, and there’s no turning back,

The sun in my window, won’t cut me no slack?

A new day is here, as I stand on my feet,

No longer into my dreams, can I retreat.

Let it be, let it be, please let my dreams be real?

I have nowhere to go, you can’t know how I feel?

A new day is here, now my dreams they have gone?

Nothing else to do, I turn my TV on?

I have nowhere to go, it is here I am stuck,

As for all else, I am shit out of luck?

The sun it is shining, I can no longer dream,

I must continue, my burdensome regime.

Take me back, take me back, “oh” I want to return,

To the dreams of a lady, I so keenly yearn.

I have nowhere to go, in this warmth of the sun,

I am now saddened, my dreams they are done.

Come back now, come back now, please let me see?

I have nowhere to go, and I dreamt I was free!

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