Perhaps
Perhaps it's the dusty roads or the sun baked tar. Perhaps, the wild bush or the landscapes far... Perhaps the mountains call or their towering height Or the free birds chirp or their annual plight... Perhaps the pothole-full streets or broken sites Perhaps the age old homes filled with wood-eating termites... Perhaps the abandoned mines or upturned earth Or the everyday man trying to earn his worth... Perhaps the joy within that bursts on out Or the everyday head-loaded mamma, walking about Perhaps the guilt of the past and blood that it saw Or the innocent child unable to take anymore... Perhaps it's our families' way and stubbornness too Or the beggars call to the words, "Voetsek you!" Perhaps it's the simple blue sky and afternoon storm Or the wonder-clear night skies that are simply the norm I don't know why this place has my soul It's every piece of dust makes my whole Perhaps, it's real and that's the only win No matter how far I go, it...