Urbania/Ruralkistan

White noise
Cars, trucks, vans
they blow
past my window,
leaving othing
but
a smell
a smell of
sulfur
hovering on the night air
oh, how I
wish to escape,
to run away from all this
to escape from this trap
called civilization
this world called Urbania
I wish to escape,
to run away from all this,
to dissapear from
the smog and
hustle and bustle
of Urbania
to escape to the
pastoral
country side, where the
air is clean,
and animals and plants
abound.
to escape to this world of farms
and pastures,
of forests
and trees,
to escape to this
paradise on earth,
we call it
Ruralkastan