the past was a dream
The past is a dream
I'm going back to my village
in Mars, there will be flowers everywhere
“see what you have missed”: they say
moving into town heavy traffic, statues
of men who are forgotten, looking heroic
shamefully hidden by seagulls muck they
are no respectful of man’s endeavour.
The problem is I have been ensnared by
a woman I love, she likes to live in a town
near all amenities as they say.
I like to live with her forever.
So, the cabin in the dale walking among
trees with my faithful dog and loneliness
a dream of times gone by.