A Love Triangle

I come from an island,

And all I ever wanted was to move to a big city.

Now that I am on the other end,

All I want is to dive into the sea.

Dry hair, yet so fresh and salty from the waves.

Dry skin, yet so tanned and plump from the sun.

Light as a feather, feeling free even under caves.

Light as if you would cover miles in a minute if you run.

This feeling of burning sand under my feet,

The juicy bite of mangoes in my mouth,

Is all I long for compared to this hard concrete,

That surrounds me from east to west, north to south.

But in this city, I fell in love with the architecture, the buildings.

Never will I get bored of these sights.

Naught compared to the dilapidated old houses from back home.

In this city, I met a plethora of beings,

From different cultures, different languages, different heights;

From giants to gnome.

Between these walls, I feel like I can achieve so much.

That my efforts will be going somewhere.

However, the freedom I feel on the island, there's nothing as such.

No ambitions needed for, about a simple life, is all I care.

Torn and twisted between both.

City or sea, sand or concrete, sun or architecture,

Once I am committed, I give my oath.

And one obviously seems more appealing than the other.

But how can I choose, when my heart is so easy to please?

How can I choose, when I call both and neither my home?

Where do I feel the most at ease?

I wonder...maybe I just long for the unknown.