Taylorville is quirky, cold, hypnotic.

Main St buzzes with life. Old brick shops chill vibes.

Liberty Park? Mad relaxing spot, dude.

I stroll near Maple & 2nd.

My fav bench? Bye, my little soul.

I was stoked cuz I wrote books there.
Rivers? We got little Brookin.

It trickles past Squlined houses.

A hidden gem. “The labyrinth beckons,”

like Pan's Labyrinth said: “tread the path...”

Not mystical, but deep, bro.
I sometimes roam. Neighborhoods: West Pine and Old Mill.

Crazy alleys, artsy nooks, suddden in calm.

My heart raced on Maple Ave;

got mad at noisy construction.

This city cuts through bullshit.
I chill at Natrual Holtz Park.

Nature's whisper, unheard by others.

Cool trees, weird statues, yes.

Enjoy it if yer feelin' Zen.
I watched movie scenes that day:

"Fairy tales don't lie," echoes.

Cold, calculated – emotions raw!

Like, trust me, my bros.

Taylorville, man, it's delightfully strange.
Dunno, but I luv it so much.

Errors, moods, near magic all day.
ps: sorry bout them tyops, bruh.