I Really Just Don't Care
Sun shining over the ghastly life-filled lands
Burning brightly upon the crimson sand
Trunk and Trees here and there
Falling upon the Aussie’s flair
From a place filled with hills to mountains, rivers to seas,
To another place of beaches and deserts,
From a country of diversity and equality,
To another country of history and opportunity
From the land of Kiwis to the land of Kangaroos,
From the land of rugby to the land of surfing
From the land of Maori's to the land of Indigenous Australians
Both filled with heritage, wildlife and adventure
Yet nobody can seem to see the difference of the countries down below
I really wonder the distinction between Auckland and Melbourne
One city of multi-cultures to another city of multi-cultures
Just one with a longer history
Just one a little bigger
Just one with more education
Just one that could be my forever home
Deep within me
A part of me can’t care
Moving from my home of 13 years
My home with all my favorite restaurants
My home with all my favorite shops
My home with all my friends
My home with all that I ever knew
To a place that I never seen
Their restaurants
Their shops
Their people
Their everything and anything, with the nothings at all
I just want to go
Go to everywhere but nowhere at once
Too much effort but with a heart-fulfilling prize of an adventure
So much to pack and so much to throw
So much but nothing at all
What if I get lost?
What if I don’t like it?
What if their food is bad?
What if I don’t like their shops?
Or their restaurants?
Or their food?
Or their culture?
Or the people themselves?
All these question swirling in that small mind of mine
Is this normal?
I really don’t know
Should I ask anyone?
I really don’t know
Or no one at all?
I really don’t know
But one thing is for sure,
I really just don’t care.
Copyright © Aikantika Banerjee | Year Posted 2025
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