Where I grow myself.
Trying to live a life here.
Back to my round country after the squarish country.
Taking Bus 11 non stop and now driving freely again.
Unfamiliarity back to familiar surrounding.
Stepping on the flats bluesily, now heeling high from near to far,
feeling the pride of height again.
Feeling naked without a shell on,
From top to toe visually exposed,
electronic world where no one seems to concern about the flesh,
looking at the So-darn-well-planned city,
filled with organised blocks of tall buildings,
straight lines of trees and plants and flowers,
Makes me SICK..
It's a LEGO city of fame.
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