Could we at a moment’s notice
to a simpler life return?
Could we drown out this noise
and into tranquil bliss sojourn?

Could we even that peace enjoy
Or would it hurt within?
Would we crave our former lives?
and the pleasures its offering

Restless by nature, but loathe to admit
that no single place could ever withhold
A thing of beauty would be left behind
the moment the fascination with it grows old

The End

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