Wasteland

Beautiful green trees and grass are now gone

Not one elegant structure that once was a home

Desolation, dust, and sand are all I can see

The only soul that remains in this land is me

Scorching air blows across cracked arid earth

Terrified and alone now regretting my birth

Dark quiet has replaced even the birds of song

The world a wasteland, everything gone wrong

Just a vision that has been embedded in my mind

Outside of my head there are great things to find

There, I can see people, animals, and trees again

In here there is no way at all that I could ever win

Praying that I can somehow escape this place

Never thinking I would long for the rat race

A way to get back, I so badly need to find

The only answer is to be out of my mind