i long for adventure
in a thicket of canadian green
with a scent of petrichor
and a cool foggy scene
i long for freedom
in a concrete jungle of history
with big dreams of the youth
and a tingle of newfound mystery
i long for tranquility
in an island paradise at sea
with flowing waters
and a population of only me
i long for knowledge
in a society void of it
with vivid language
and a sense of wit
most of all
i long for happiness
in my complex psyche of doubt
with no idea where it is
and no way to find out