I feel so isolated from problems here in the cold hard town. Don't get me wrong. The problems are a plenty, but I only see them on the surface. There's a form of bliss that surrounds me here. I know of problems, but I'm so disconnected from them that it don't make no bit of difference to me. It is a good place to be, and at the same time it is sad. I need to be involved with the good and bad of the lives of people around here. I am usually among so many people who tend to want to show that they ain't nothin' a goin' wrong in their lives. I bet they lie to their-own-selves. They's stuff going great in my life, and things that I'd like to change.
This is the first time I've truly been away from 'home' in my life. Sure, I done been around the world many times, but each of the other times I felt as if I was attached in some way to that other cold hard town. (It's frequently colder in Detroit than here) I am away from 'home', but it is no longer the place that I miss. I don't miss the roads or the city lights no more. I miss the people more than ever. I still don't want to come home. It bothers me that they's people with really really bad stuff going on, and I am not there. Do I seek problems? No, I am actually a scared of them. However, for the time, I am sheltered from serious problems here in the cold hard town. The people I am around frequently act as if they ain't nothin' wrong going on which makes it much harder to relate to people.
Problems bring growth. Sure, I've had little problems here that I've growed through and they didn't seem too bad at the time. I just sit here a thinkin' how I'll handle a serious problem surrounded by so many people who either don't share their problems or who pretend that they ain't got none. So, I spend even more time praying that the serious problems back home with so many people I love work out toward the good that we cannot understand from this side.