gadifere
Big blocks, bricks. Brick blocks on and on. Slowly fading into the hazy horizon. There is no ending to it, Not sure if I'm going to like the big city.
Jazzy tunes whisper me home. Come home, Go home. The sweet melody of a small apartment and a big family.
velvet dreams spread around me like a an endless sea. The embrace of warm blankets, a dark silence around me. In slow-motion I bend over and dive in.
Time's running out for them. They don't know, sitting in their comfortable homes, soft cushions under their behinds, delicious food on the table. They don't know. But it's coming. WE are coming.