What Ought to Be


I do find my greatest joy
When far I've fled from home
Life-its best may I enjoy
When far away I roam
There, relish in existence-
In its simplicity-
Granted with quite some distance
From that duplicity

Once away I may forget
That only too frequent
Are many a person met
With cause to cause lament
And too often is that choice
Made hastily and wrong
But here I may rejoice
In nature's sweetest song

With the wind and birds and leaves-
Whom dare not to speak ill
Of the living or those grieved
For the sick, twisted thrill
No, in nature I'm content
For here alone I see
What of the world had been meant
And what all ought to be

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