lying on our backs beneath a shared and lonely sky
is nothing when they have all the answers in their palms
a falling star
this world of my parents and of theirs
we have it all and feel entitled to more
take your thumb and hit this country
be sure to get off the main black road
littered with box stores by our society
of which i am a registered member
that is my SIN
find the simple and the ordinary
that lies around the bend of a dusty unnamed pot-holed country road
that lies around the bend of a dusty unnamed pot-holed country road
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