Sometimes I wish to return

To the desert valleys

Of the dry heat

That is Central Arizona

As a young child

Going somewhere new

From the gloomy east

To the evershining west

Living in the eye

The eye of red mountains

Rocky formations

That danced, a sight to see

All the weekends

I stared at red skies

And the Skies stared back at me

As I wondered, what I was

Were they speaking to me maybe?

Foolish person I started as

I took that place for granted

Left it behind, thinking I’ll find

I’ll find something more

Soon to be a mistake

I instantly regret

I look back

And it left behind me too

It’s not the place that once seemed

A place you can only see in dreams

Now its but a shallow husk

Of what made it a place to live you must

Maybe one day I’ll return

Can’t say it will be soon or now

If I do, I will just hide

In the mountains themselves

Where integrity still resides