Dreams

I lay across the grass,
letting my clothing soak up the sent.
the day is overcast,
perfect for a goth like me.

Melodies of my bands,
singing their songs through my earbuds.
my mp3 player at full power.
and no one to bug me about anything.

that would be my perfect dream,
but well i don't live anywhere near that.
my paradise is no where to be found,
its overrun by christian radicals.

The utopia i dream of,
its in another country,
in another life somewhere.
That life is not mine to have.

Instead i have to settle for a desk,
overlooking same looking houses on a curb,
that is the life in a floridian suburb,
and being the only "goth chick" on my street.

though i don't grow tired of being this town,
in fact i do love everything about it.
but the people... are another story.
its the people that make it unpleasant.