I want to go home
In the land of perpetual summer I have learnt to wear less of their clothes,
I squint my eyes the better to see, as the sun never sets.
In the land where winter never ends,
The coldest reigns,
I have learnt to to keep my hands tucked
Some yearn for perpetual spring,
I have seen their spring,
It’s corrupt dawn, and damned beginning.
In the land of always autumn, I rake the leaves
And burn them!
Me, I beg more rain, the beginning and the end
More Rain.
