Trapped like Odysseus on the island of Calypso
I gaze out at the monotonous houses that command authority from streets of my youth
As each building struggles for ambiguity through assimilation
My eyes are glued on naked trees stripped from their fall foliage
My senses are awakened by the cremation of forgotten lumber
And the faint sound of cars as they slowly creep up to stop signs
My mind recollects the pride i once found in calling this place home
However, amongst the beauty of this never ending suburbia
I'm am fixated on a distant horizon
On a bruised landscape that sings a sirens song,
Over skyscrapers and through alley ways
It's beat lours me back like a fiend.....
I miss the illadelph... but not as much as I miss Amelian....Two more days until blessed reunion.....
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