SKICK’s

Some Colorado street somewhere,
ignoring the lights under the California night,
just trying to drive home,
and leave the escape
that only took me 15 miles to get to.

What a peace I found in a world so unfamiliar.
But there I was, for the last time
I leave the place hidden in the back,
full of love, full of love.

They don’t care.
They don’t want to hear it.
Just live among them.
You.