Sitting in borrowed Pajamas, eating pot pie.
Swinging on the porch, dirt beneath my feet.
All is silent- Everyone’s asleep.
Everyone can dream- Everyone
Ducks scattered across the lawn,
heavy breeze combing my hair.
I gaze out into the sweltering heat,
the humid air that enters me,
Now I think I’ve come to see.
This place was never meant for me.