Personal Utopia


I’ve walked the streets of decades decadent,

While idyllic wonder on me bequeath,

Spied angst upon faces, lady and gent,

But felt an intimate joy underneath.


I’ve walked with the destitute of our world,

Small children’s feet stained with the dirt of life,

Yet seen the sun on their faces unfurled,

As they laughed through many a starless strife.


I’ve walked to the edge of the cliff and stared,

Down at a world of ephemeral kind,

The bittersweet breeze caught me unprepared,

As greatness tickled the back of my mind.


For every man or woman’s paradise,

Lies not in front, but behind their two eyes.


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