nowhere

theres nowhere to go

nothing to do

you stay home alone

theres noone to phone

they are all gone

you want to get out

but where to go

anwhere but here

you love to live

you hate your life

you pick up a pen

and begin to write

the words flow from

the tip like a stream

where do they come from

your heart your mind or

your soul

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