To many this town makes up the world
To me it is nothing more than a few square miles
There is a world, far larger than the familiar faces
That I crave to be a part of

Instead I am here
Confined within these few square miles
That make many happy
But make me count down the days

The days until I can run and never look back
And be a part of the world outside these walls
Then I may finally answer my greatest question
What is life beyond these few square miles?