Dear You,

The opportunities are plenty they say, once you leave the nest
The brothel workers happy with bottled water mess
The dealers have no shame in making kind exchange in summer rain
The raids they seemed so normal now, the police they fill the heavy streets upon the working class
The opportunities at home they say are no longer at their best

The opportunities are plenty they say, once you leave the nest
But all I see is poverty, striking and obsessed
For crimes I have seen so many and yet life becomes so slow
The characters I see before me, dragging as they go
The path that they shall lead, has become but part of me

The opportunities are plenty they say, once you leave the nest
The journey is but long and dark, a bumpy road right from the start
Finding ways to make ends meet, gliding through the lonely streets
The sky it seems so dull and black, way before it gets dark
The rock I find worth so much more, exploring unhappy endless thoughts

How was I to know?

Love me, love me.