First Aid
Theres not much inspiration here.
Only cold
stone buildings
that have well out lived there expected
life span.
To my left
road workers,
to my right
traffic.
The roads are so messed;
shaking the car
constantly.
The rivers, everyone drives over
with out admiring.
Natural beauty, has been diluted
by the bridges
and buildings
constricted by this, its no longer wild
and full of life. Oh how i long
for the trees that keep me cool.
i miss the sound of the wild,
rivers and untamed animals
take me home
yes
take me home
Only cold
stone buildings
that have well out lived there expected
life span.
To my left
road workers,
to my right
traffic.
The roads are so messed;
shaking the car
constantly.
The rivers, everyone drives over
with out admiring.
Natural beauty, has been diluted
by the bridges
and buildings
constricted by this, its no longer wild
and full of life. Oh how i long
for the trees that keep me cool.
i miss the sound of the wild,
rivers and untamed animals
take me home
yes
take me home
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