I can't stay in anymore, even though the sky is a bore (cuz its gray). I throw in some old shoes, and go find some news (after the winter).I walk awya from the house, the radio, schoolwork and the imaginary mouse (not really). I breathe in deep, my heart starts to leap (inside was depressing). I smell the oddly sweet scent of gasoline (I see), and the rust red robins who do not like to be seen (why is that?) I smell rot, I no longer feel like the quintessential robot (going through my daily motions). Finally an hour later, I tell outside "later gater" (sigh). I walk inside, I find a baby who has cried (she fell). My mom looks at me, I leave things be (where've you been?)