When In Austin Poem by Bree Z Love

I'm still not fond of you Austin, due to your ruly nature.
Feelings of being undernourished;
Lured, me to try those hit and miss spots to kick up my heels.
Yet, those stars failed to lighten and illuminate.
Me, in revelation, foresees a diminished future.
If I stay; I will be labeled, "A Lone Star's Perished."
I carry on with satchel of spirits and false cheers.
Uninspired, I hold on to my keepsake.
I miss my city life,
Versus, living this Rustic Rural life.