Ain't My Place

                                              The sun rises over main street
                                               A river of light wakes the town
                                               Shutters rise, signs are flipped
                                               Another day begins.

'This town ain't right for me,
No sir, it just ain't.'

'Sherrif?'

                                               The town folk wander around
                                               With the familiarity of yesteryear
                                               Routine is everything,
                                               Stops you thinkin' too much.

'Do you feel happy here son?'

'Yes sir, i do. The job is easy,
The people are nice, the pension is fair,
It's a pleasant ol' life.'

'Is Carrie-Ann happy?'

'Yes sir, she is, the baby too,
I put food on the table,
They is healthy as buffalo.
They is happy, yes sir they is.'

                                               In the alley beside the barbers
                                               Lies an old man, alone.
                                               Hit the drink he did,
                                               Started thinkin' too much,
                                               He ain't got nothin' now.

'Sherrif?'

'Yes, son?'

'Do you reckon old Ernie there,
Reckon he dreams like us?
I mean i dream of my wife 'n kid,
'N what i still gotta do.
But he ain't got nothin'
You know?'

'Yeah, i reckon he dreams, i do,
But i reckon he don't dream like we do.
I reckon his dreams would be our nightmares,
And our nightmares his dreams.'

                                                A cloud casts a shadow over main street,
                                                But a flower stands out.
                                                Illuminated without light,
                                                I walk towards it.

'Look 'at this 'ere, son.'

'Sherrif?'

'See this 'ere flower?'

'Yeah?'

'Well, like you, this flower,
The ground is everything to it.
It don't mind where it is, its got what it needs.
But that don't mean it don't wanna be,
Out in the fields with nature,
Bathin' in the sunshine, It's roots,
Deep into the earth, wild 'n free.
Surrounded by others like it,
You understand?'

'Sherrif, i understand you ain't too happy,
Been thinkin' too much about nothin'

'Ha, yeah i guess so. But this town,
I know it aint right for me.'

                                          The cloud moves on,
                                          The flower no longer stands out.

'No sir, it just aint.'