country

This is absolute garbage, fight me.

Barely woke up to see
that my surrondings had changed.
There was no longer fresh air,
but a gentle wind from the city.

Streets heavy with cars,
sky distorted by lights.
Sirens play every night like a song.
Neighbors quiet but distant.

I long for the roamimg woods,
winding and deteriorating roads.
Houses left abandoned,
trees growing everywhere.