Hometown

The streets look the same without me.
The trees seem just as green.
The creek runs through the middle of town,
but it never will run clean.

The people love their manicured lawns.
They love their sprinklers and their hoses.
They love to park in their three car garages,
and they love to look down their noses.

They never were my people.
I never paid them any mind.
My old house is like a corpse
that my spirit has left behind.

Everybody here looks unconscious.
They mindlessly go about the day.
The best thing about my hometown
is the road that led me away. - Jeff Barnes