The Town I’ve Visited Once

by Christopher Jan Cioco Ink on paper by: Job Albert Pobre

There was this town that I've visited once Where the green fields, flower gracefully dance I smiled and walk for another chance And swam through the river to clean my hands

I travelled far to breathe life once again Trying to forget while riding the train It hurts so much that my pain turned to rain Trying to leave so you can break the chain

How can one place be so unfamiliar yet felt safe? Seem like all my troubles has been left behind From the drowning silence of the world I’m saved From hunting nightmares never been easy to decline.

There was this town that I visited once So much different from where I came from My eyes are weary but never been so happy Knowing that no one will come after me.

I woke up from what seemed to be the sweetest dream Released from chains of reality and felt alive For once this town I visited is just an imagination I want to come back and feel again, should I sleep forever?