I wish I could say
That poetry comes easily to me
But I don’t live in a place where poetry is born
Where there is a small café
Down the street
And all you think about
Is how to make ends meet
No I don’t live in a beautiful town
With chattering people all around
I live in a place of soccer and school
Of long-lost dreams and neighborhood pools
I live in a place that many dream of
Where one’s only worry
Is if their house is clean enough
But I want to live
not play soccer and go to school
I don’t want to worry about how I’ll be cool
I only want to leave
And never return
To this city where my dreams
Have crashed and burned
I want to live in a place where poetry is born
Where people dance on the streets
Not for fun, but to feed their children
And with a man on the road who stands on his feet
With a cardboard sign
saying he has nothing to eat
I want to live in a place where I can help
I guess I just want to live in the real world
Not a protected neighborhood
With security and safety
But rather a place where life is tasty
And the next day is never the same
As the one that just passed
And you’re caught wishing these days would last
m.c.c.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
I wish I could say
That poetry comes easily to me
But I don’t live in a place where poetry is born
Where there is a small café
Down the street
And all you think about
Is how to make ends meet
No I don’t live in a beautiful town
With chattering people all around
I live in a place of soccer and school
Of long-lost dreams and neighborhood pools
I live in a place that many dream of
Where one’s only worry
Is if their house is clean enough
But I want to live
not play soccer and go to school
I don’t want to worry about how I’ll be cool
I only want to leave
And never return
To this city where my dreams
Have crashed and burned
I want to live in a place where poetry is born
Where people dance on the streets
Not for fun, but to feed their children
And with a man on the road who stands on his feet
With a cardboard sign
saying he has nothing to eat
I want to live in a place where I can help
I guess I just want to live in the real world
Not a protected neighborhood
With security and safety
But rather a place where life is tasty
And the next day is never the same
As the one that just passed
And you’re caught wishing these days would last
m.c.c.
