On The Corner Of Nowhere St. Poem by Sandra jacks

I'm sitting on the corner.
of,
nowhere,
and somewhere street.

Looking down nowhere street,
it doesn't looks like,
nowhere,
to me,
it looks like parties,
it looks like being drunk,
it looks like consistently,
having a steady amount of fun,
it resembles my idea,
of what somewhere,
would look like,
so why is it called nowhere?
I wonder.

I glanced down somewhere street,
just a few seconds ago,
and to sum it up,
in a few simple words,
it looks pretty successful,
It looks pretty nice,
it looks like big houses,
and children,
husbands,
and wives,
it looks like,
good safe fun,
and learning as you go,
and making something of your life.

So which one is better?
They both look pretty good,
lots of fun,
or,
a steady income,
and support,
and love,
and truth,
and meaning,
and desire,
and want,
and knowing,
who you are.

I really don't know,
which one is the best,
maybe you can point it out.