They asked me a question
One that sounded so easy
They asked what my Utopia is
But answering this made me queasy
With every pro came a con
It was not simple at all
Of course I could say a world without
War, starvation, poverty, and hate
But what is a life with out a bridge to cross
Without a sad memory or loss
With out a struggle with a victory
Or a smile and a misery?
You see this is why I answered to them
My Utopia is where I am
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC
They asked me a question
One that sounded so easy
They asked what my Utopia is
But answering this made me queasy
With every pro came a con
It was not simple at all
Of course I could say a world without
War, starvation, poverty, and hate
But what is a life with out a bridge to cross
Without a sad memory or loss
With out a struggle with a victory
Or a smile and a misery?
You see this is why I answered to them
My Utopia is where I am
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