That big of a deal
The water drips
As my sheets crinkle around my legs
The fan whirrs in the corner
And snores echo from the rooms down the hall
Reaching crescendos and falling again
Out of rhythm
The reality of the day hits me
While I peel off my cracked nail polish
The air seems too clean for this place
This city
This nation
This corrupt world
The country is the land of the stars
Of late nights spent in pickup trucks
I used to worry about my future
Now I am scared for today
Career anguishes faded into doubts about
Even getting into college
The city is deafening in its influential advertisements
Instilling the belief of being one as being the same
I do not understand why everyone desires
To be the same
Should I have to want this, too?
Feathers waltz in the wind
Why am I not dancing?
I have always wanted the same thing
I’m probably too boring for this world
There’s someone standing in the corner
Watching over them
I don’t care
I’d rather be in the light
In the end, we can agree and disagree
Is it really that big of a deal?