Where roots are aspirations
planted
Deep
Into the ground
The local fare
Isn't tourist flair
And another kid dreams
Of total escape
Falls in love
Accepts this new fate
Self-imposed prison bars
Minivans and coupe cars
Nine to five
Daily grind
Illusions of grandeur
Is the dream surrender.
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