A lazy morning on the loft
looking out on the vineyards
my mountain in the distance
lies in a hazy breeze
and with my myopic eyes
everything seems well
but inside some houses
there are strange going-ons
some molest their children
others spit control
over spouse and bicker
bitterly in the beauty around
sordid crummy abodes
with nothing but squalor
outside the suns beckons
another day is here -
I sit in peace up herye
knowing fully that I
am a lucky bastard in my
solitude - away from it all.
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