The city
Draws near,
Like impending whatever
Depending on
Your apocalyptic
Beliefs,
But it
Is an amazing
Sight to behold;
Could walk beneath
These city lights
Amidst
These urban sprawls
And maybe
Force myself
To believe
That I didn’t once originate
As
The happy country bumpkin.
You never forget
Roots,
I realize this,
So maybe
A cauldron mixture
Of
Worlds
Is in order.
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