A bit of a Bob Dylan lyric. One of my favourites.
Laying on the grass in the shade. Wishing I could stop the thoughts in my head. A tiny strip of park lined with windows always windows, and cars and people. 6 million people, or is ten? In every direction. No place away from them. I have no friends anymore but I'm surrounded by people. A home? Instead of a room in a hot apartment? The sun blasts the wall and windows all afternoon. No tree for shade no privacy.
A yard with grass trees and flowers, garage, a washer and dryer. A comfy couch and watch a movie. Play my guitar... I have none of those things now. God help me.
