Pull me to the cliff that overlooks all lands,
show me where I belong;

not the village no, it's cold and grim
I'd glue to a web of roaring gossip
like a fly was nestling on my wall.

The city? Ah! It's selfish and brandished
where status weasels-in seasonal friends,
sweet to the tongue but antigenic to the body.

The coast, malleable!
vast waters harbor stillth memories
soft waves pull me into sentiment
and the water surface echoes strength of earthly bonds.

You ask where I belong?

I belong on that cliff, looking at the world
knowing they won't look back.