Becoming Someone

“Nothing ever changes In the city of stone” The city of mountains The city of bones The city of deaths which nobody mourns Saluda is the city in which we die alone Especially those that don’t fit the mold I am one of those and I hate to be alone And so when I saw the darkened sky I hit the road in the dark of the night I am the best me The best version of myself And I will never, ever become someone else