Living Nowhere

I gotta get out of here!

This place,

This room,

20 years of nowhere.

 

I am so happy to drive an hour

to society.

There is life,

Movement.

I don't hear crickets

or a cat in heat.

 

I gotta get out of here!

This place,

This room,

20 years of nowhere.

 

No cell phone service,

only landlines and mail.

Be careful drving at night,

deers are everywhere.

Maybe a bear.

 

I gotta get out of here!

This place,

This room,

20 years of nowhere.

Nothing.

 

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