by Bryce Wilson
They can't believe I could spend an hour of my day getting to work.
They can't believe they drive an hour to a mall.
I have moved from a large city to a small town.
I don't hear planes now.
I hear trains a lot, though.
A lot of cars don't make me late from work.
Grain trailers make me late for work.
I know what a grain trailer looks like.
Now.
After high school I never went abroad.
In fact, I still haven't.
It kinda feels like it though.
It seems a poem on living in a small town doesn't stand a chance of being interesting.
If I had some funny anecdotes, then maybe.
I like funny anecdotes.
I have no funny anecdotes.
