My Beautiful 100 Hectares

My Beautiful 100 Hectares

Where do I even start?

How do I begin to express myself? 

What do I even say?

I don’t think words alone are sufficient for me attain your numbers four you are 1 in 500 000.

I am sorry, I don’t mean to be cheesy

and I am not using Cheddar to try and lure you in a trap

for I am well aware you run the streets and the underground.

The beautiful thing about the bottom is the sky is what you taught me, 

you believe in love, 

happiness and you just make my heart beat.

Faster is an adjective to describe how time moves when I am with you. 

A lapse in time is an eternity in rue.

My beautiful 100 hectares our souls are intertwined,

bonded by something more than science.

Every time I try and leave

my heart screams out in defiance. 

Or is it just psychological warfare?

My mind is fountained by thoughts of you and the memories we shared. 

You are the cannonball splash that makes every woman and man wet. 

Dripping with authenticity, 

sparkling like wine,

your volatile personality erupts like oil in a mine.

My beautiful 100 hectares, 

you hold the route to my soul.

Our minds like clay can be moulded and created by the artist. 

Modify me to a plane so I can soar above you,

to see the world, 

explore and make my way like a monarch butterfly.

My beautiful 100 hectares contain me in a bigger box,

with space to move around and windows without bars.

Bar me from suffering so I can make the world a better place. 

The world can be our oyster- the world can be our plate.

All I need is a reservation and I promise I won’t be late.

Magnificent Goddess I am sorry, 

I apologize. 

I am not usually like this.

It’s just that,

I have always believed in following what shines brightest to you. 

But that never works in real life.

I take everything back. 

For insinuating you whack could forcefully put me to the sack. 

For you are the Jack of all trades,

the enforcer of every raid and up there with the greats.

My beautiful 100 hectares walk tall,

with stiletto heels that were custom made for your feet. 

You are the authoritative figure,

illuminate us with your beauty like a street light. For you are more exhilarating than a street fight,

a sight more breath-taking than the eclipse at night.

My beautiful 100 hectares, 

you created matrixes’- worlds,

in which we could create characters for ourselves. 

On Friday,

I am Zlatan, 

on Saturday Messi

and success is determined by the number of times I put the ball between legs.

The dangers and repercussions usually nutmeg our untrained clay minds but it’s worth it. 

For in the weekend, I am free.

My beautiful 100 hectares,

I think I have the formula for life.

It was blurry at first but I got better lenses and changed the orientation of the page.

My hope often withers like autumn

and in that moment it’s cold and windy.

But I am comforted by the fact that I come home to you. 

For you are warm, 

funny, 

carefree and happy.

The world is already this big matrix that I will never explore. 

My life is already on auto-pilot

Just as long as,

I have my Television set, my smartphone and my weekends, I will be okay…