Changing Landscapes

The vision is not that of the city;
Those lights do not shine here.

Instead, there are hills of green;
A cow moose in the distance.

At night the darkness is quiet
as the rain touches the structure.

I thought I’d miss your charms,
thinking 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.

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