I felt much better in a place without them
I could write my stories
Now I'll admit I can't arrange a plot well
Characters are boring
Once thought the view would be an inspiration
It became an eyesore
So I traded the mountains for a red sign
Advertising sugar
Trees began to reappear
Trees that lose their leaves each year
Coalesce and form a corridor
Suffocate this expectation for more
In the mirror the western wall descending
Nothing now but silos
Evergreens become the plains
Become the woods and the ocean
What am I to provide on my return
A book for no one by nobody
I know I'll never be a lauded author
Whatever not my calling
Trees began to reappear
Trees that lose their leaves each year
Coalesce and form a corridor
Suffocate this expectation for more
There's a kind of significance sewn
In the mills and in the railroads
Tell me what you hate the most across the plains
I'm headed back there I can't stand this place