I seek a land touched by few
Where from the sky I do not see the trails of man
Only the endless, endless underneath white puffs gliding
And I know in this place I will never place my modern feet upon
For if I do, then I will know a man has tread where no one has before
And left the refined dirt beneath my shoes upon the free and pristine wild
So if I find this land I will tell none
And sit with smile wide because I hold a secret touched only by sight
A secret that whisks over my heart with ache
Displacing my mind in yearning to become that distant spread unknown
Yet, I find myself here
In metallic, sleek flying tube soaring high above the jammed earth
Still searching
Still seeking always
And now I almost land on tilled asphalt, handmade world of my brothers and sisters
This concrete, sky-blocked place
Where I do not belong
– Lost Rabbit