Somewhere 

Beneath the thunderstorms in the sky,

The smoke that pollutes my lungs,

The nonstop cars passing 40 MPH,

The neighbors cussing out their children,

There is somewhere different.

It is in the middle of nowhere,

With open roads and green grass,

Quirky people following their dreams,

The same dream you’ve had for ages,

Finally connecting to destiny.

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