Life is so
contained here
in this
tiny town

I don't want
to settle,
but I want to
settle down

my soul is
on the brim of
flight-
she wants to be
set free

but I'm afraid
of falling so
I never
climb the
tree

Maybe in
a year or so,
rock-bottom'll
fade away

but
for now,
I'm on the ground,
but that's not
where I'll
stay.