Some days I feel desperate and I do not know why.
It's a feeling halfway between a shout and sigh.
I go down to the corner where the vicious trees grow.
Who planted them there? No one seems to know.
I hear the train every hour, going by with a roar.
People say there is a station where we could get on board.
The garden on First Street is being choked by briars.
Some say it's a good thing but I know that they are liars.
You may stand on the shore and watch the waves break and foam.
Will the ones who set sail ever make it back home?
I call customer support and get them on the line.
There's nothing they can do for me and I tell them that is fine.
I feel a weight on my shoulders, about a half a ton.
But if I get new sneakers, I think I can still run.
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