Before I am losing myself in green meadows,
quietness in a world of gardens, cows and birds,
I switch the "city button" on again.
The trip back was not planned.
to a city called also "home".
It feels like wearing clothes which don't fit
under a grey shroud.
My switch stopped the process of overthinking,
nightmares you create in real life,
the talk with my inner self.
When I switch the city "on",
I forget it all.
Hide behind a mask of a good life,
that is long gone.
copyright by Magical Whispers/I. Normann (July 2017)
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