When was the last time I told you about warring?
I am so far away from my home,
The rocks seem angered by something the stars did and,
The soil tickles pain down my soles.
I ran away from my home.
Because I couldn’t take the peace and the calm and all that humming.
I was back in formation. Boots cold and armoured up.
But the soldiers of this new land turned against each other.
I want to go back home, but I like it here.
I like the idea of fighting and making it mine.
This land where the rocks are angry and the soil tickles.