I’ve walked under so many streetlights
from home to the faraway cities trying to
escape life of a smalltown
m e n t a l i t y
fighting so hard
against conformity I still get
stares walking
around
I’ve walked under so much starlight
it’s not as bright when living that big city life, instead you have
to hang on by a thread from your
m e m o r i e s
of what it looks like
that navy canvas staring right back at you -
a familiar journey of a million eyes..