Poem to Greece
By Christian Wills
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Just a lone creator Trapped in my mind with nothing to do Until
you gave me that special offer I gotta admit it was a bargain but
I Was skeptical cuz I told you this was my first time I ain’t never
been this high before Never been high in my life All above the clouds
in a puff of smoke Seemed like you’d take me around
the world with how this feels And all the promises you made
But I landed right where I needed to be
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Gotta admit, it was hard being up there But you pulled me by the heartstrings when
my feet had planted Studying the language of the people when my lips started
dancing As I’m, frantically prancing around these narrow city streets Could barely go straight with this sidewalk that we walk on But ya endless supply of fruit trees and
cats that crawl upon my knees And wind that sings with every breeze that you
breathe makes me feel at ease I’m complete, unlike ya ancient ruins and architect
that oddly makes me feel at home
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Even then, I’m flying low and slow with the internet speed Call it jet lagged Packed bags zipped to the eyes that I can’t call to attention Sitting in this class almost
napping, dozing off on papers And lectures that told me ya land gained a new name
in 1830 Yet my people couldn’t call themselves free during that time I’ll get to that later... Stick to the subject, don’t embarrass your self in public We in Greece, if I pull
you over we might end up eating thirds next to the marketplace Or face to face with a
sunset so orange it’ll make a citrus go jealous Don’t take that palm for granted, reach for that burning star and know this clearly
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That winding road you turn and accompany is a friendly one Free from the hustle and bustle of the State’s struggle Even coffee is made to be drank in spades Relax, entertain, and eat a small slice of heaven before you go Cuz that food is to die for, I’d surely take a bullet for it, wouldn’t you? Here in this wonderful motherland where small businesses thrive and graffiti art is alive Mountaintop views tell stories as fast as the eye can see You ain’t even gotta listen, just look and you can hear it, taste it, smell it, love it, hate it, Crave it, change it, save it, or better yet...embrace it Cuz Greece, it’s gonna be hard to look back A part of me could never leave it
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