Runaway


New York City has my heart
I cannot bare to be apart.
The people, shops, parks, skyscrapers and more
Makes the rurals feel like a bore.

Oh have I time to see it all?
It’s almost a crime to not go in the fall.
Central parks my favorite spot
And my home town just feels like the aught.

The streets are full
The quiet is dull
The lights shine as I look down
Of the faces of people some renown

The city is a craze
Some nights and some days
Mostly, I can’t sleep
It feels like a maze

I greed for money so I could stay
But I bleed of guilt for I am a runaway

I cannot live here,
But I don’t know which road
As I don’t have a phone or humble abode.

My mind is crowded and my pockets are plain,
I found some money inside the drain
Now I need to go
I might miss my train

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