Solace
There is a plethora of sun in the west,
mornings cool I like the best.
Going to hike till my feet bleed,
then I the safety heed.
There are many beauties in the north,
I want to leave and go forth.
Eating is a luxury I dislike,
better feel like I starve.
In the south the Hills reside,
there I want to go and hide.
Get away from here for ever,
but that is a bitter endeavor.
Then in the east the sun lays,
on the water a beautiful haze.
Lay there till bleed out,
then I will wander about.
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