City Dreams
The bright lights of the city
Have lured me away
From bushland plains and mulga scrub
from plains of rich red clay
Away from the serenity
to noise and toil and strife
To pay the bills and cure the ills
of living city life
Into a world of buildings
and people crowded round
of cars and fumes and airplanes
a world of ceaseless sound
I long to take my swag again
into the far outback
To walk the trails and feel again
the sun upon my back
To make camp by a billabong
cook dinner by a fire
Lie back and see the stars at night
then silently retire
But here I sit beside a screen
a keyboard and a phone
My time belongs to someone else
my life is not my own
Down below the city sprawls
around and out of sight
But in my mind I'm wandering
my fantasies take flight
And once again I'm on the road
not knowing where I'm bound
I'm off into the wilderness
somewhere I can't be found
From my PDF book "Bush Ballads and Bulldust"
Copyright © Marc Glasby | Year Posted 2019
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