I live in a concrete jungle of the lights and sounds of modern society,
held high by the skyscrapers and wealth of the few.
The sins of the world hidden under some self-proclaimed piety.
The world is torn apart at the whims of mankind,
wars, disasters, terror and tyranny.
Peace in this battleground world becomes hard to find.
I yearn for the fields of my childhood,
yet when I return I am found among suburbia and more lights.
No sight of the stars or of anything truly good.
Now I yearn for a land far from my own,
the land of my ancestors from a past too far to remember.
History overrun and beautiful with white sage and stone.
The hills that breathe and sing of a legacy untold,
the shimmering lakes and soft grass below my toes.
A fine place to find myself and grow old.
When I awake from this daydream I am in the city,
the lights and sounds stream in through my window.
Yet the visions remain in my mind, leaving me with hope yet also with pity.
