[Everyone in a Small Town]

Everyone survives in a small town,
in the four walls that none has ever climbed down-
no bigger, no smaller, the same in identity
no more, no less, fates all given to dis-plenty;

The boy grows to fester the blocks,
the girls believe in tales and kick over the rocks-
beneath them is the same,
that all their parents could ever lay claim

Men become of these festering boys,
women of the a-dreaming ploys-
the struggle is only a sense of a sentence
that reaches no where far beyond the city limits

The child who paints looses his brush,
his sister grows and struts with blush-
ashes over thrown on the outside world thought
because they want to be the rose from asphalt

-they want to be, they ought to be,
the glimmer in a sea so wide and deep
until they learn to swim from the depth,
where all before them have gone and slept.