Work Text:
Footsteps reverberate
From closed buildings
In the early morning hush
As the sleeping city wakes
I go through my day
Walking along city streets
The buildings, cars, people, noise
Meanwhile I'm dreaming of another place
The moors, mountains, lochs, beaches
Lost in a different world
So far from here
I long for the freedom of the islands
I remember the mountains
The wide expanse of the moors
The stone circles and crofts
Beaches of impossibly white sand
Longing to return to the Hebrides
To one day escape these city confines
The difference between the city
And the Hebrides is an entire universe
The unforgiving paving slabs
Solid under my polished shoes
I long for the soft Peat
Under my muddy boots
This shirt uncomfortable
I'd rather wear an old tshirt
Jeans ripped and stained
Mud covered from honest work