A beauty pleasing  to behold
As green as ever 
A land such as the garden of the Lord
A sight that has assured bliss
It radiates  fruitfulness
One can say, pictured perfection. 
I can't help but choose here.. 
In it's dwelling  I find rest.

But wait, The more I settled in
The more the green tends to  fade away
beauty turns ugly
Assurance of bliss brings trouble
Picture  perfect turns chaotic
The land that radiated fruits aborts its seedlings..

And eventually Frustration starts to set in. 
I exchanged my identity to feel among
I took my jewels and threw to pigs
Every value wasted for survival
All I have now is an empty vessel 
~ME~