journal entry #60

me and myself, are really bored,
sittin in a chair, doing a blog,
poking my sunburn, its e real sore,
mind hazes over, pulled in by the fog,
remembering about home,
thinking about how crazy it is here,
wishing i could just roam,
missing how crazy it is there,
two different worlds, one up one down,
different atmosphere, almost different hemisphere,
thsi place makes me smile, makes me frown.
too hot, but home is a little too cold,
this place gets really old,
sitting in my chair thinking of home,
all my thoughts swirlin in ma dome,
wishin i was home,
wishin i was home,
i wanna see you again, all of you,
you know who you are, you know what i wanna do,
just to sit home and talk with my mom,
help her get through her problems
btu thats not the point,
let me tell you the point,
the point is not to get angry,
at all of these new people,
racist,
i wish i was home.