The elders crowd like darkened clouds
Surround the church where gossip lurks
They choose to stay outside to play
Bingo in the hall today

Children ride their bikes on paths
And roads that time have cracked apart
Unfinished ideas line the shops
Some parts are new while others rott

The teenagers just seem to be
Parking late and smoking weed
Local police know where they stay
But still they look the other way

My family sat wedged between
An airport and many factories
The loud planes entering our dreams
Where muffled by trains and worker’s screams

But inspiration still seeped out
With common minds my friends were found
Discussing books that were profound
To form ideals that would astound

To leave the valley was the dream
Until I grew to know the scene
And realized our worlds are formed
Inside our heads
Success is born


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