it's peaceful, i suppose
but it'll quickly get old
the distance and boredom
the silence and the thoughts of
where else i can be
besides sitting here sad
without my friends or my family
just me and a lot of bags
like an old spinster
with a young face
and tons of clothes
without a place
just a computer
and some shoes
bags of peas and a bottle of booze
brilliantly lost
and insanely over spoken
terrified of the future
but dying to get going
God i beg you
please change my life soon
i don't do well when i feel trapped
and i'm stuck in this room
© LL
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