Its just a fantasy the only regret is permanence, The life of a modern day gypsy, an unknown destination. I wake up to new faces from past day's bruises, A long journey into some town, exploring the unknown. Green sanctum reflecting the temple top, Woken up by the gong of the ancient metals. Treated like a royal guest, offered a lot of the harvest, Walking down the symmetric coconut grooves. I see vessels carrying newest of the goods, But here they still stick to their roots. True its a gods own country, abundant beauty, I'm lost amidst the hills sipping the Malabar coffee.