My Own Personal Truth

Why would I drop out?
Of life?
Like my daddy did?
On a mountain
In the bush
Just a bible and a pile o books
Because of people like her
The kinds with their heads up their
When my heads up my arse
I just stay home
Some people need be far away.
I’m one of ’em
It’s not you, it’s me
Making all her nowhere plans
for nobody

What I truly desire
In the middle of my being
Is to hide my plastic face
From the world
And to feel the earth
From the inside out
Where instead of looking at my
reflection first thing in the a.m.,
I’ll look at it at night
And see how the day
happened to change me
Or maybe I won’t look at all
Wouldn’t that be somethin’?

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