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I would rather be anywhere
But here
For you see, the roof is too low
And the floor? It is just too high!
O sure, there is a car out back
Into which I could climb and leave
Find a place with low floors and high roofs
I would have to take her with me
Of course
And trespass where only the rain
Dares go
When the sun steals the glory
Shinning gold through ticker-tape clouds
The world, in awe, praises it
But we
We will run into the grey rain
That melts the make-up on the faces
Worn to hide the true persona
We are desperate to keep from others
And then we will become concave
The world?
It will spin as people die out
Vast cities will be cavities
In the earth’s crooked teeth
Many will wonder where we went
Some will suggest another planet
More will say it was aliens
But really we escaped
--That is where I want to be.

ⓒ Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

~Peace.