until you wake up in the morning.
I hate this place,
especially when the temp drops
from 90 to 89
and all the yentas
start claiming it's "nice" out.
the shopping centers depress me;
the bugs annoy me;
the suburbs surprise me;
the good people are rare.
I gotta get outta here,
before I lose it (again).
Plus, I must show someone
that you have to dare to dream,
chase good goals and risk a few things
to make your path through the woods.
One day, she'll understand.
Living means leaving
this swamp, where
the only excitement is a new Chick-Fil-A
and car crashes.