Far away, across the buildings
There is an empty place
Where all that is in sight
Is the skill of the sculptor
I imagine what it would be like
To not wake up to the sound of buzzing
But instead to the sound of clucking
To wake up to a homely breakfast
And not a store-bought meal
I imagine what it would sound like
Without all the noise and traffic
Would it be the sound of breeze and rain
Because ive never heard it
Here in this place
I can only picture what the sky would look like
If it's filled with all the birds and clouds
And not with wires and hatred
I cant even imagine how it would feel like
To walk on the soft grass
Because ive been walking on concrete all along
How would it feel to be in a world where numbers don't decide your life?
How would it feel to live where people actually mean what they say
In Vinland , would teenage mean innonce and prime
Not heartbreak and melancholy
In Vinland, would there be pretty pink flowers?
