Because sometimes I just want to run,
Because sometimes I feel like I've found the place where I belong.
& it isn't far, but it's out of reach.
These people are making me mad,
& they're making me lose my faith.
Because this town is divided.
Because my spot here has been removed.
Because intentions are confused.
Because all I want now is a lot of land,
& a miniature home hog.
You know what I mean?
1 comment:
What's wrong? Come over and help me "garden" if you know what I mean. POT some plants? you know? "burn" the "garden"? load a phat bowl of "salad"? you know?
hope your kay
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