Sick so sick so lost and tired
Need a new place with air and sky
Tall buildings aren’t and people smile
People with other people being people
My heart murmurs
Murmurs to me that I should be somewhere else
Somewhere fresh with real air, real sky, real people
I won’t know anyone but I will then I will leave in time
To get new space and new air, meet new people
Salt is the life that gives
Hair whips round the faces of citizens from the wind that blows
Blows the oceans waves to peaks
That causes roars at night and creates catastrophic crashes
Hear me roar hear me hear me
I can’t hear over the whisper the murmur
My heart
Tells me and demands of me something new
Salt and wind and new and new
Fresh so fresh not lost or tired