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