A city to come back to

I can’t stand the city, moving to fast, all chaotic, I can’t keep up,

So I cast away the streets I say farewell to concrete sidewalks,

and let friends and family know where I am in case I get lost,

stepping into the wild, I realize how much I eat, as I have to carry it,

realize the simple comforts I enjoy, because they are not there,

and see that the city is a lot smaller than I thought, and this wilderness is far bigger,

far, far more powerful and moving than anything I have every felt,

tired, sore, done, I head home, to the city I can come back to.