Escapism
Escapism
Sometimes I miss the mountains
for all worries feel insignificant
at the peak
in the breeze
Sometimes I miss the forests
where the trees stand watch
the air is crisp and clean
birds singing melodies
that they've sung for centuries
Sometimes I miss the stars
the wonder
the awe
Of a sky so vast
Of a universe so untainted
I love the city
bustling with purpose
I love the city
brimming with potential and ambition
I grieve the city
for its foggy air
for its dull stares of humdrum life
I mourn in a world where one must
hide in the beauty
or fight in the created
A city built on dreams
torn apart by fear
A city built on hope
devastated by depression
A city built for more
fighting within itself
I cannot hide on my mountains
nor tarry in my forests
My city calls
"Do not abandon me"
"We still have songs worth writing"
"Stories worth telling"
"Dreams worth living"
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