Stare through the haze in search of Babylon.
Clutching to hopes that it isn’t forever gone.
Are these dreams or visions guiding you?
Climbing foothills and mountain trails.
Seeking out your equivalent holy grail.
Ignoring chatter which labels you a dreamer.
Hard days and long cold nights.
Wind howls and frost bites.
Driving rain that rarely seems to cease.
Nothing shakes you from your confident belief.
Thousand miles without a single trace.
Defeat is something you begin to embrace.
When through the clouds you catch a sight.
Eager and filled with child like joy.
You rush toward what others might think a ploy.
Maybe they should’ve supported you.
For this is Babylon, you are sure.
It is perfect, peaceful, beautiful.
You gaze upon it with wonder.
Then you wake in a cave from slumber.
Crushed by realisation it was a dream.
Quickly the despair is replaced by another thing.
Realisation Babylon is carried within!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 