Our idyllic country.
Towering stone walls threaten to stop the moon from shining, yet we want for nothing.
Each morning we chant, “All belongs to all, all move in one direction, all unite to thank our utopia”.
Our idyllic country was built on the blood and bones of lies.
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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.