Walking the street like i'm going to the kitchen.
People smoking blunts with the unknowwitty of conviction.You could walk blindfold with no direction and easily arrive at your destination.A prison without a boundry.I could escape, but that's if I had the money,And the know how to live in the big city.Now I'm confined to day dream in a closed room.No inspiration to reach my full imaginary potential cause I'm being introduced to potholes on my doorstep.No left right, left lookout even in incidents where I got an intoxicated left foot step.I wana go crazy but I'm in a Jumping castle thinking it's an asylum.A few footsteps in the north west and I see a stop sign an indication that I've reached the ending of the CBD.We all like hamsters in a cage on pause. A no motion pandulum.Stuck in time like the full stop at the end of this line.This sad town of mine.Like being encapsuled in a opaque glass casing.I'm locked in having abstract thoughts of missing.Out on life as I can't explore.Solitary confinment but I hold the key.A key with no key holeHow I describe my situation as I live in a town wothout a soul.This town of mine.