the spices of life 4

The village people
The cool fresh air
The rapport amongst the villagers
Yet the young eager to get out

The lure of the magnet
The city drumbeats pulling them
They dream, they read, wishing so
The village's life isn't a shine

In schools they think big
Fantasy conjuring up in their minds
“When I finish my study
I am going there....”

The lure of money
The lure of easy life
The lure of making it big
So the villagers come

No doubt some make it
Into the dreams they believe
Riding on the waves of good fortunes
Forgetting their roots; they are the city slickers

They behave and talk
The gestures and characters
Forgetting about village life
They are the city hungers

The spices of life
The magic and hollow
It depends on how you live by
You should remember your roots

Roots give a history
When things and dreams falter
It helps you to stabilize your journey
Own it up then be free