The vision is not that of the city;
Those lights do not shine here.
Instead, there are hills of green;
A cow moos in the distance.
At night the darkness is quiet,
as the rain touches the structure.
I thought I’d miss your charms,
as I think of all the things I could do.
Yet, when I lived as one of you,
I never did most of the things I could do.
Tempted to become a hermit,
I resist with both hands stretched out.
Yet in my heart there is turmoil,
for I didn’t come from the concreted hustle.
I’ve felt the land for most of my life,
yet I’ve resisted the call every single time.
Looking towards the rain covered green,
it might be time to embrace my truth;
I’m not so in love with the city as I once thought I was.