A City

Not figurative, completely true. Leaving & sleeping in a city, how romantic.

How I long
To be a runaway
Like that weekend not
                              too long ago
I ache for TRUE FREEDOM
Maybe danger
But I am not afraid
I've stayed on the streets of
                              downtown Chicago
And felt more at home
Than I did with a mother
My heart bleeds for the
                              constant unknown
A life far from the ordinary
Under streetlights and
Cold city breezes
I belong with those who've
                              never belonged