I'm sitting on the corner. <br />of, <br />nowhere, <br />and somewhere street. <br /> <br />Looking down nowhere street, <br />it doesn't looks like, <br />nowhere, <br />to me, <br />it looks like parties, <br />it looks like being drunk, <br />it looks like consistently, <br />having a steady amount of fun, <br />it resembles my idea, <br />of what somewhere, <br />would look like, <br />so why is it called nowhere? <br />I wonder. <br /> <br />I glanced down somewhere street, <br />just a few seconds ago, <br />and to sum it up, <br />in a few simple words, <br />it looks pretty successful, <br />It looks pretty nice, <br />it looks like big houses, <br />and children, <br />husbands, <br />and wives, <br />it looks like, <br />good safe fun, <br />and learning as you go, <br />and making something of your life. <br /> <br />So which one is better? <br />They both look pretty good, <br />lots of fun, <br />or, <br />a steady income, <br />and support, <br />and love, <br />and truth, <br />and meaning, <br />and desire, <br />and want, <br />and knowing, <br />who you are. <br /> <br />I really don't know, <br />which one is the best, <br />maybe you can point it out.<br /><br />Sandra jacks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-corner-of-nowhere-st/
