After eighteen months
In one country
It’s good to breathe
The air of another
Even if this one
Is much harsher
And far too obsessed with colour
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
After eighteen months
In one country
It’s good to breathe
The air of another
Even if this one
Is much harsher
And far too obsessed with colour
So it’s off
out of the
country
againLeaving
my
troubles
behindPerhaps
I’ll find
happiness
againOr at
least
peace
of mind