City
I hate it, I hate it all.
No stars a night.
All those buildings blocking me.
Blocking my spirit from soaring.
I need to leave this place.
I need to leave the people.
The wind calls to me.
I hate the city.
The birds sing of flying.
The wolves howl of running.
I am stuck here in this awful place.
I want to leave the city.
I hear the sea calling me.
I hear her singing to me.
Yet I cannot reach her.
The city blocks my path.
The city is my prison.
I hate it, I hate it all.
To leave it to be at peace.
I have to wait until I age.
To exit the city I have to wait.
I want to leave.
The ocean is my home.
I need the sea.
The city cannot hold me for long.
I will leave this place.
I will leave and never come back.
The city’s walls will fall.
The city will die.
I hate it, I hate it all.
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