Small town living at its finest

(poems go here) My town is small, And the population is smaller People grow here, Just like corn But the harvest never takes them away One person dies, another one is born And another cycle of an unhappy life begins I see people who can't escape People who don't think it's prison People who want to get out People who think, getting out would be giving up Why is a town a mindset? Why is a town more, than just a little place to live. People live here, people die here And I'll probably die here too.