I find myself confused in places like these

I love the hype and excitement of the city

I love the convenience factor

But the concrete jungle

the grey, glass and gloom

Out the front door, and straight into a coffee bar

espresso in hand and out into the streets

but,

on the inside, I love nothing more,

than a walk in the fields

nature, night and day

right across the road from my front door

it’s a confusing mix