You can get lost in the shuffle,
the hustle and bustle.
I need a change of scenery,
away from technology and machinery;
back to nature, lush with greenery.
A place of seclusion,
want to be alone, no intrusion.
A cabin in the pines,
content in the confines.
No concrete, cars, or traffic jams,
advertising sales scams.
Twenty-four hour evangelists,
nothing there I’m going to miss.
The city lights are a long way from here,
the moon and stars look so near.
They’re the only lights I want to see,
like stepping back, to a by-gone century.
The stars look like candles flickering afar in the distance,
those wanderers, take us back to our earliest times, and childhood innocence.
There’s something primal, buried deep in us all,
at times we can feel it, we can hear it’s call.
A yearning for something that can’t be expressed,
only by returning, going back, does it manifest.