Hues of Skies

I wanna go somewhere
I need to go somewhere.

Distant and different.

My feet itch to grace foreign ground
My body wants of a foreign nature
My mind fiends for a culture
To my Own

To see my Star rise
But on a different horizon
With different Earth Skies

My eye wishes to behold that pink rosy hue through a different eye
But not let the thorns prick me
Lest I shall be possessed to a Ground that is not Home.

So let me see the Green
And the concrete of The Thieves
Remember the Heart not so pure
And why it constantly heaves

May I have The Pleasure to wonder across the Mind of The World

But grant me speedy feet so a Home may I keep.


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