Small Town Poem by Jay Aguiniga

Here we go, living in this small town
trying to escape the nail down.
The colors never seem to change
Like the ferns on the mountain range.
How did we ever know,
That we be stuck on life’s plateau?
Here we go again,
by the tracks watching another passing train.
Tonight the great debate,
Is what lies beyond the road of fate?
No one wants to be left behind,
Everyone laughs with an unconscious mind..
Passing another sip,
Tossing it like a poker chip.
Betting on our lives,
Holding on to our dreams, until it arrives.
This small town looks even smaller tonight,
High on life, so dim in the visible light.
Here we go again,
Heading down the hill like water down a drain.
Next weekend It will be the same dream,
About life’s color scheme.
Just another small town,
Locked down and weighed down.