The Past Was a Dream

The past is a dream I`m going back to my village in Mars, there will be flowers everywhere welcoming me “see what you have missed”: they say moving into town heavy traffic, statues of men who are forgotten, looking heroic shamefully hidden by seagulls muck they are no respectful of man’s endeavour. The problem is I have been ensnared by a woman I love, she likes to live in a town near all amenities as they say. I like to live with her forever. So, the cabin in the dale walking among trees with my faithful dog and loneliness a dream of times gone by.