Entombed Poem by Britt Veloso

Lonesome amongst friends and foes
I have nothing to do and no where to go
A neighbor I wish would knock on my door
My projects consists of me on the floor
A punch would do just fine right here
Crashing into a tree, I'd love that fear
For I have nothing to do and no where to go
Magic and fun, with little money to blow
It's just enough for a small trip afar
Quiet adventures as we zip by in cars
There'd be colors and wind and pain
It would most definitely not be in vain
For if I do not explore I'll fall in
In a vegetative state, and that's a sin
But I have no one to love or travel with
I have more life to kill than this
Still I have nothing to do and no where to go
I just wish someone would show