Sometimes I wish I had a farm where the only pollution is your cigarettes, where your mind is clear. But I like it here in my small space. New York¹s the place where the sidewalks know my face as I walk to
my apartment, the home where I hide away from all the darkness outside. I¹m there all the time.
Bikes ride to the park and city pools. It¹s summer now; empty the schools. Fly home to my cat on the F train. I¹m protected from pain when I¹m in
my apartment, the home where I hide away from all the darkness outside. I¹m there all the time.
I¹m there in my apartment, the home where I hide away from all the darkness outside. I¹m there all the time.