Living Nowhere
I gotta get out of here!
This place,
This room,
20 years of nowhere.
I am so happy to drive an hour
to society.
There is life,
Movement.
I don't hear crickets
or a cat in heat.
I gotta get out of here!
This place,
This room,
20 years of nowhere.
No cell phone service,
only landlines and mail.
Be careful drving at night,
deers are everywhere.
Maybe a bear.
I gotta get out of here!
This place,
This room,
20 years of nowhere.
Nothing.
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