The Land and I

When I glance away,
My soul stares anyway.

As I gain control,
My mind is yet to be found.

As I enter this world, this land,
I must exist in this empire, that democracy.

My heart is gong to beat with it's own rhythm,
No matter what the cold world tries to do.

When I turn away,
I find myself echoing that sight through my mind.

It's uncontrollable,
Yet it's not terrible.

It's passionate,
Passionately insane;
Yet so am I,
And so is this land.



M.s.