Memories

I don't belong in the city, I don't belong among these people. I feel like I'm stuck in a time that's not mine. I should be use to this, I've lived in the city since I was born, but once I moved from Poland I saw the difference, America is a new country, it doesn't have the same energy, it doesn't have that dusty gold light. The pollution of the cities, the soulless trees, everything's sad and gray. Everyone lives in the same routine of constant rush and rules that they never question. Everyone thinks the same, people are so narrow minded, or just plain dumb. They can't feel IT, they're fine with the lives they live all going in the same direction. I'm hungry, thirsty, deprived of life. I'm going crazy I want to get out live alone in the woods surrounded by life, by the unknown, by the green rich energy I'm starving for. I don't need a man, I'm fine with people not accepting me I don't care. I just want my cats and be surrounded by the green lush forests and rugged mountains, the raw beauty, the solitary life, meditation, not having to worry about collage and meeting people's expectations. I just want me, music, and ill make money selling art. I'm fine if ill be poor it doesn't bother me. I want a simple peaceful life away from overstuffed classrooms and idiots.