Promised Land
I once had a post card with a picture of paradise
It had lovely scenery that wetted the eyes
With The glassy skyscrapers that mesmerise
It was a land where bliss and beauty lies
After a journey in the dark with a smuggler as my host
A sea swallowing lives roared at me at the coast
I saw my fantasy turn into a ghost
I realised paradise was the home I had lost
Home is never a choice we try to inhabit
Home is a place that chose us without bait
I journeyed back to my canaan, like an exodus retreat
The Promised Land I dreamt of was always under my feet
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