Movement. What do I know of this?
I am in a sheltered life. What do I know? I ask,
but who?
I got to get out of this shelter. Try finding
out.
It's late, dark and cold. I just wander
around.
Insecure middle class white kids searching sounds
like a joke,
but I guess everything has its purpose.
What's anything worth on this scale of things
anyway,
Just trying seems like it could be worth just as
much because,
For as much talk is bought and sold, maybe a few
of us will make it out.
Out to where? It doesn't even matter.
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