I want to move out but can't cause i don't have any money or steady source of income

Chirp Chirp go the crickets
and it's a warm 10:55 while
I hear the faint glow of traffic
echoing
off of houses and
I guess the mountains

I think I must have lived out this day
A thousand times before
at the very least

Tired without real reason
bored without a motivation
and frightened

of that darkness
the unseeable beyond the street lamps
and fires burning
in the valley below

Friends and family scheme
to find a better life
and do all they can to change things
unsuccessfully it seems

For with time I watch the results of their aspiration
and the ultimate end to mindlessly rubbing their legs together
in a last ditch effort to find
something

Blunt is vulgar in poetry
but i find it
...difficult
to see the beauty of words

It seems this place
has dulled that sixth sense
of inspiration

and everything is gray