the moon is cast, high in the sky and so far away
I long for the fields that span endlessly into
absolute nothingness.
I cannot bear the industrialized life,
dreaming, there are no gas filled automotives
or smoke stacks pouring their noxious fumes
into the sky.
I sit on the shoreline, and watch the clouds pass me by.
Waiting, I could wade in
and simply say goodbye.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
the moon is cast, high in the sky and so far away
I long for the fields that span endlessly into
absolute nothingness.
I cannot bear the industrialized life,
dreaming, there are no gas filled automotives
or smoke stacks pouring their noxious fumes
into the sky.
I sit on the shoreline, and watch the clouds pass me by.
Waiting, I could wade in
and simply say goodbye.
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