When I woke up
It wasn’t my land
A wealthy romantic place of dollar
Knocked my door to assist me
I smiled unnatural to sound good
And I said; lonely poor guy myself
No one said it
As my day started I cried
Miss my own home town
The beautiful hills and mountains
The forest of crowed birds and animals
Creeping, shouting, hauling, staring
Everything that I had
Called me “Come to us”
“We miss you”
A different voice awaked my feelings
I started the usual journey
And hopped for the usual things
Everything that was different
Everything was magic machine
Sound like waterfall in hill high
Horrible sound of iron lion
A wonderful music
All the day I listened to
On and on I listened and failed to like
Then and now used to with
No my mind of beauty in combine with
A great departure of body and mind
Endless until lion stopped roaring
Unless magical music stopped to fall
Really great deal of sorrow
Leaded me me to sorrow
Leaded me in tears
Plotting a way of life
Desiring to live in own sentiment,
A hahaha my home town.
A stoppage of iron lion awake me
Signing in to regular schedule ahead
A great continuation of struggle
On and on then and now
Life in vane
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