All around me
Is this concrete kingdom,
Filled with casuistry,
That causes me misery.
The buildings around are concrete,
The hearts beating within them are concrete,
An outward varnish of civilization and morality.
That reflect an ominous darkness,
From the glory of springtime promise.
Blinded by the mirage of beauty,
They pay no heed as I toll the bell
To awaken them to the deceit of their reality.
Forlorn, my soul begins to despair
Befuddled by appearances of actuality,
I start to trip, when…
Lo! there do I see,
Yonder’s nature’s kingdom,
Filled with innocence,
That infuses me with ecstasy.
Enthused with an alien joy,
My chest heaves,
My heart leaps.
My soul becomes a robin
And flies and sings,
With my chest bursting and heart bobbing,
Exuberantly I trill, heralding truth, on my new wings.
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