[Michael Sherwood]

Rover

Wandering aimlessly, through the meandering streets,
The markets, the squares, the boulevards,
Taking Independence Avenue down to the station,
Reaching the train station at the end of the avenue.

The station where trains that used to arrive no longer do,
Where travellers that used to leave no longer depart,
Where all hope of escape is lost,
Getting back to square one.

Setting myself a fresh goal,
Of Climbing the steep hill on foot,
To take a step back, to gain perspective,
To Leave the roving despair behind.

To forget my aimless agitation,
To dominate the panorama of the city,
Climbing the last few steps to the gazebo,
I gaze at the distant countryside, the rice fields.

Despite everything, a new hope arises
At the gates of the Queen's Palace,
A yearning blood rushes through my veins,
Oh my Queen, I shall dream of you always...