I'm tired of the city
I'm quite tired of all those faces there
I'd rather look at trees and fireflies
No reason for me to be here anymore.

Tell me wind, what do you recommend?
should I stay in concrete or gain earth-feet,
start a new life or see an old one end?

Not much to leave behind
but not sure what is to gain
so I fill my head with songs
and I fill my head with pain
until the water spills over
into growing plants
gifted by an older lover.