When I Was Young...

When I was young

I wanted to be in the city

Crowded places

Lots of faces

Dreamt of skyscrapers

And of busy streets

Cramped rooms

Days go vroom

It appeared to be full of life

It appeared to be dynamic

Loud music sounds

Opportunities abound

But as I grow older

City lights lost their charm

Life is stressed

Time compressed

I dream of the big sky

And plenty of country

Clear air

Less crowed affair

I want a starry night

Dynamic sounds of wildlife

Barren land

Opportunities grand.