Coming Home

Ah, the city! Where I belong,

Where my heart longed to be.

For my toy town - a dearth of possibilities,

Had no new stories to tell, 

no new adventures to be found.

Every one of them tried and mastered,

Had the same faces that I have seen since the time I crawled.

So I pack my bags and move to the city,

Bidding goodbye and having no pity.

Blooming dreams and rising hopes,

I jump on a train that would take me home.

My windows opened to a brick wall,

This the least of my worries.

I saw no eyes that beheld a smile,

Nor no faces that weren't tired.

My lungs poisoned, my eyes tearing,

My mind failing to remind me who I was before I landed myself in this trap,

They call the city of the young.

The life I dreamt of, is no life at all

For what is life without a breeze? 

Two years have gone by and the time spent has all been blurry.

Having had enough, I jump on a train that would take me home.

And I dream of my town, on my way to reclaim what was once mine.

I knew what I didn't have, but I now know what I did.

Clear ponds, many lakes, fresh air,

And giant trees.

And the promise of living a healthier life.

Cicadas chirped in the dead of the night,

Owls hooted with all their might.

Marigolds bloomed every day and

The sun poured into my room at the break of dawn.

The giant trees I knew so well- no more,

Stood tall buildings that were O, so cold.

The lakes coughed up dead debris,

And the ponds dissolved into the mud.

My friends gone, in search of contenments unseen,

Little did they know what we had right here, was the stuff of dreams.

How will I live without the shadows the trees cast,

That would have soothed my now torn skin?

How shall I live knowing I have lost everything, 

while searching for something that wasn't mine?

Suddenly all I wanted was my old toy town back.

All I wanted was a train that would take me home.