I drove in my car
I didn't drive far

Through the suburban neighborhoods

A friday night football game
A man and woman
With their son

Cruising the streets
Of my old neighborhood
Isn't it fun

My old childhood street
Is just a mile
Or so away

I'm not sure
What to do today

I'll go to the gym
And that's a bore

A life of seeing
What a snore

It seems
I am in this world
Just to see

My existence
A dull misery

Growing tired
Growing older

I have climbed
Mountain trails
And stood upon boulders

I have made some improvement
With my akward shoulder

America is quite a place
Life leaves a bitter taste

Conceptions of self
What am I
I gaze upward
Toward the sky

It's a dull reality
But I'm thankful
I am me

I miss my friend Liz
She understood
And cared for me

Now there is no one
To talk to me