Subdivisions.kar

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
in geometric order,
an insulated border

in between the bright lights
and the far unlit unknown.

Growing up, it all seemed so one-sided,
opinions all provided,
the future predecided,

detached and subdivided
in the mass production zone.

Nowhere is the dreamer
or the misfit so alone.

Subdivisions.
In the high school halls, in the shopping malls,
conform or be cast out.

Subdivisions.
In the basement bars, in the backs of cars,
be cool or be cast out.

Any escape might help to smooth
the unattractive truth.

But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
the restless dream of youth.

Drawn like moths, we drift into the city,
the timeless old attraction,
cruising for the action,

lit up like a firefly,
just to feel the living night.

Well, some will sell their dreams for small desires
and lose the race to rats,
get caught in ticking traps

and start to dream of somewhere to
relax their restless flight,

somewhere out of a memory
of lighted streets on quiet nights.

Subdivisions.
In the high school halls, in the shopping malls,
conform or be cast out.

Subdivisions.
In the basement bars, in the backs of cars,
be cool or be cast out.

Any escape might help to smooth
the unattractive truth.

But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
the restless dream of youth.