Arrival

When I arrived neon signs and smiles greeted me.
Jobs came up and i went everywhere to work.
Boys and girls full of optimism searched through...
my half built philosophy.
Trees shined red, flowers hung.
A promise of prosperity.
Newly paved roads, hype and movement surged energitically.
I was like a log being carried by the river.
I´d have snagged had the water not been so sweet.
When I arrived hope´s trumpet blew, I was pleased to have gone deaf.
Yet winters and dried lakes of affection have brought me to a cold plain.
Where I can hear a car horn 10 miles away.
Even in high summer, I shiver with such an uncertain future.