How I wish everything wouldn't be as it was now,
How I wish to experience those, I complained of before.
It seemed as if human progress was future after all,
No remedy was found, no hope was left.
How I wish the "busy life" was restored,
How I wish we weren't stranded in a place called 'home'.
The difficulties before, were realized as luxuries now,
The mess we created was now seen from afar.
Contrarily, I stepped out.
The sun, was brighter.
The grass, was greener.
The air, was fresher.<