a walk in park
Every afternoon, keeps me
From going insane
Ripped from the void
It would be better to be
Just nothing at all
This jingoism
Is predictable yet still
So disappointing
My whole life inside
The back of this Subaru
Run away again
A far away cave
Filled with piles of candy
Troubles can’t find me
Numbers remembered
From old TV commercials
Taking up brain space