I can’t help but wish I could just get up and move away from here. Wish that the city I live in was not so dull and empty And had something to do aside from just watching clouds move across the sky. But then again, I grew up here And I think I’d miss it. The air smells nice at least. I am in a reading slump A writing slump I draw but that takes more time than I have. I think I’ll go window shopping until I find something that inspires an actual thought into my head But then again, I live in cow town where the windows are either too dirty with dust Or the windows are hard to find.