there's a place
i wanna be
and it's not the places
i'd usually want to be
not my grandmother's
not lake michigan
not your arms
just to name a few

don't get me wrong
i still love all those places
i'd split myself in hundreds
if it meant i could be there
even if it was just a strand of hair

but the place i wanna be
isn't from point a to point b
there's no clear destination
from the paradise i choose to be
as long as it's away
from the person i'm becoming to be

the productivity of this environment is inevitable
and i'm just a constant reminder that death is coming