The Country-poetry

¬†One day I go into the country and never come back, I take off like a Jack-Rabbit I saw last summer, I won’t come back like that Jack-Rabbit.

I’m heading into the country(which really matters) and I never reappear in that big buildings place again.

Once I get there, I’ll get lost sometimes, go find a place to hang out, and hear crickets all night. But fast-forward 15 years or so, and look at me.

I don’t get lost anymore, the crickets have come old news to me. I just sit out just into the open looking at the sunset by pass me, Observing other people lives as mine own, not thinking about the reason I came here in the first place.

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