I live on a lush and green and planet
Where bounties of rice and grain
Are harvested every single day
With or without rain.
Don't get me wrong
It's wonderful:
Magical,
A miracle and such.
But the more I seem to live here
The more restless I become.
My eyes have seen what's to be seen here,
Of this planet I am done.
Some nights I look up to the sky
Which makes me feel lonely and sad.
While other times I'll spark to life,
Smiling- free to be glad.
Yes, I've heard of Zodiacs,
I've heard of their makers too-
And if we could only be like them
Such things that we could do.
The dreamers and myth-makers
Working alongside dumb poe