Dead Streets

There is no life. No life where I live in this safe state. Content with their power of achievement. Holding a necessity to show everyone Driving their cars... cars that are borrowed paying debt each month Driving up their long driveway That leads to a wide garage A separate house to warm their prize What fine wine to drink tonight? Calling fake friends followed by fake hello’s Put the 72 inch screen here or there? Does rug match curtain? Does little Jimmy have brand new cleats? Do my jeans pass my budget? over 75 dollars Parents starring at pay rather than blood I must leave Where people aren’t in their cocoon of safety I need to leave venturing for life Pretending no more that I fit in with this mask of a life