In the Town Where I Was Born

                                           by Erythroxyline
 

In the town where I was born lived people who never really stayed.
People I would meet and soon after went away.
I never really noticed how people never lived.
Until one day I ventured into the unknown abyss.
The bottomless depth.

In the town where I was born, I knew these kids.
They were always different and never fit in.
I never really fit in.
I guess back then it just made sense to be friends.

One day in the town where I was born.
I met the life I could never escape.
The life deep down somewhere in the innocence I miss placed.
The road I had to take.

These people who never really stayed.
I never understood how they always ran away.

In the town where I was born the air can be sharp and dry.
Nothing like the night life.
In the town where I was born the stars seem to cry out of the sky.
and people live to get high.
The summers are filled with living color as parties errupt from the earth
and sound brakes out in harmony when the hippies come to play.
But most days its just zombies living in despair.
Night after night finding shelter in their lies.
Some drunken strung out life.

These kids I knew, used to laugh and play like children do.
KWG is what we were.
But that is no more.

The day I left the town where I was born.
I never wanted to look back and forget all I'd known.
Somedays when I think about my past.
I wish I'd never lived the way I had.
Treated people the way I did.
And then I understood.
Why they came and left like hours of the day.
Why somewhere deep down they could never really get away.
I used to tell myself I woke up and I was here to be alive.
I still believe it from time to time.
But deep down.
Through my knowledge hungered mind,
my will to carry on and my belief in life.
I still choose something else,
and the truth can be unkind.

The days go by and I find comfort in sinking my mind into books
and some sort of unknown happiness in volunteer work.
and on days like this I still think of the town where I was born
But slowly the wall in my mind is braking from the inside.
And I'm letting go of the places I left behind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


   

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