As I look at my window

Driving down the road

I’m surrounded by trees

And the smell of a small farm town

People I know all around

I think about how I love it here,

And maybe I’ll stay

 

But, my brain can’t help to go

To everything that has happened here

Everything that still happens.

Surrounded by the same people

I think about how I could get away from here

In less than a year

I’ll be on my own

An adult

And maybe I’ll leave