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Veronica Farren

Nomans Land

Don't invite me inside if we've gotta keep quiet .
-shhh-
Cuz the lady upstairs, she says her prayers at night.
Its alright- I love to praise the lord!
He heard me- your landlord swore we
had moments to leave..
lets take this party onto the streets~

I work a long day, and a piece of my pay
is sifted away to sidewalks and bridges, and playgrounds,
so which is the place I can walk and peer and play?
Without the clock in the way
or those ears-
they don't wanna hear no songs,
no, they only wanna hear what is wrong.
Well, hell, its all they say!
We may disturb their peace,
but at least we won't whisk em away.

When theres nowhere to go.
It seems theres no place left that isn't owned.
Where am I to grow?
How am I to find my home?

I bet its on the mountain.
So I roam, I'm frolicking around when
the rangers catch me in their light.
They say, 'its $25 a night to sleep at the bottom,
follow the yellow dots, simple to spot them..'
but better I forget them,
and that Earth went to auction.

Alone at last-
I trek the path of the past,
always free on the tracks,
Alas, I trespass-
To the stream!
Not so serene as it seems,
the city sponsors the scene
just like the green grass.

And I know-
that I could go and sell my soul
to work for a little more dough
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and sign a loan to drive there,
spend my life there,
buy a home that I will never know.
And only after five, I'd feel alive,
but I'm tired..I've had such a long day.
I'd love to play before my babes grown..
but baby's gotta learn how to earn his own.
Send me to a place with a wall of trees!
On, autumn breeze blows…
oh, no!

Now theres nowhere to go!
It seems theres no place left that isn't owned.
Where am I to grow?
How am I to find my..

*~*Home Sweet Home*~*
.isn't it wonderful?
-to wake up in the world!
..unknown, untied, ungrown___
theres something bout an endless field~
-even if its got eighteen holes around
-even if its got a pitcher's mound
these paper claims with scribbled names..
its only fiction, its only fable, the lines and labels
are all a lie,
I will leave no traces,
so I'll share their spaces..
Theres also my parent's house
and the Johnson Farm.
Thank Sue for letting me put my trailer in her backyard
even tho im ridiculous lalalalalala

I count my cattle on the palm of my hand.
Otiose as they understand.
O No, I sieve through the sand,
Still searching for that Noman's Land!
My van will drive me to the edge of the earth…
if we don't break down first.
we'll see all these places-
and wonder what there worth…
to no man