i know there is more for me
more in the world than these
same old
walls and windows
hallways and bedroomsi know that there is more than
the smell of sleep early
in the morningthan the sound of tractors and other
micelanious vehicles beeping
and movingi know that there's more than the constant
yelling and fighting
false accusations
and the ever popular
i hate youi walk the same halls i've walked all my life
i smell the same things
i hear the same sounds
i see the same thingsbut am i home