Monday, 24 April 2017

Victoria is nothing like Europe



I walk among the ruins of Rome
And I can hear the chariot wheels
Feel the thrum of horse’s hooves
Hear crowds roar in the Coliseum
The day is hot with ancient air
Ghosts on my skin glow like neon
Makes me think, makes me remember
This whole city is a grand museum

There are places that raise the spirit
There are others that weigh you down
There are people who make you happy
And others who will tear you down           
Sometimes I travel with a friend
Sometimes I choose to go it alone
I’ve enjoyed all the places I’ve been
But  I'm happiest when I come back home

Victoria is nothing like Europe
The wind is fresh off the Juan de Fuca
Visiting Rome is a walk in the past
Living here is embracing the future
When I return and step off a plane
I smell the sea and the vegetation
I’m in awe of the indigenous beauty
Paradise is nature's creation

   
Sometimes I travel with a friend
Sometimes I choose to go it alone
I’ve enjoyed all the places I’ve been
But I'm happiest when I come back home



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