The Valley

This way is wide
This way is fair
A vast mud flat laid
Between earth and sky
You can lose your way here
But it doesn't matter
Wherever you wander
It's still the same ground
There's a profuse jungle before
To get here take the long, winding stair
Afterwards a steep dry scarp
Nobody climbs it
Except with bare hands
To keep a man he needs a big pasture
Lead him here where freedom is ample
The abandoned school still has a reunion
See them recall their days as students
The long hall is barren, no posted announcements
Teacher is here to sit in your lap
Playfully telling her unemployed freedom
The empty town was set up as a test
No nuke blast ever flattened it out
All around the dry flat stretches
Side to side thin forests encroach
One last delivery truck drives around
With one box addressed to unknown persons
The lunch picnic has few attendees
One by one the people go out
Two by two the hall bells are ringing
I'm ready to put down this dim  slide
A new suit awaits me
Already fitted
Already always along for the ride.