Wildest Fantasy

I have a fantasy,
My wildest dreams,
That I wish to come true,
But it would never happend.

One

To be alone in the wilderness,
A grassland would be perfect,
in a seasonal, subtropic climate.

A wooden cabin, down by the meadow,
Hills full of grass, occasionally trees.
Away from the city, away from the crowd,
From all the gossips and backstabbing.

A forest not far from the cabin would be nice,
I myself do not know how to produce food,
Nor that I have any interest in survival skills,
But I would love to find out how.

To be alone, in the nature,
I would write Back to nature but it’s so cliche so i wont.
I got a thing for cold air, I definitely like it.

Two

To be alone, in a dead city,
City of ghost, abandoned by its inhabitants.

Where the streets are empty,
and the towns were all for me to discover,

Sleep where I like, run all day all night,
Scream, on top of my lungs, in the highest skyscrapers,

Where all the cars were no longer loud and noisy,
And all the plane were landlocked, no longer cruising the sky

Three

Be there, with the group of people I like,
People I comfortable with.

A world so empty of people,
That we will never run out of things to try,
To be fooled with,
To play with,
To explore.