There is a field in front of you
And you are walking into a red sun
It is bright and you shield your eyes
There is heaviness in the air
You come to a stop and draw breath
Lingering smells remind you of earlier years
And above this golden playground
The crackling sky ignites
Shivers run from your soft, dirty footprints
To warm memories at the back of your mind
This is time working out
A natural affinity to your animism
No more grey skies and red bricks
Replace them with horses under a heavy sky.
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