I LIVE IN A GOOD HOUSE,
NICE NEIGHBORHOOD,
FAMILY...COOL
BUT
THEN WHY I FEEL LIKE A PRISONER
WITH A LITTLE MORE FREEDOM
TO MOVE AND DO WHATEVER I LIKE.
CAUSE I'VE GOT NO JOB,
NO FRIENDS,
NO WHERE TO GO
AND YOU STILL BELIEVE
THAT WRITING POETRY IS A TOOL TO GROW???