Shadows

There’s a special place, a straight shot away

Where all the children run and play

And the adults have no choice but to stay

In hopes of a truly brighter day

On my end of the shot

Is a city that’s not

committed to me, committed to we

I’m just now willing and able to see

The other place? Atlanta

sweet drink like a Fanta

In which I drink too fast

Looking back at my past

But what lies ahead

Me there, before I’m dead

When does it begin

It starts from within