Part of the Queue*

This one is
For you,
You who dreams beyond
those clouds, for
greener pastures
and pristine blue skies.
There is nothing
more than a gray-walled
cemetery out there.

I used binoculars.

I have borrowed the title from a particularly favourite Oasis song of mine, from their 'Don't Believe the Truth' album. The post, however, has nothing to do with the song, as you might have already figured. I felt that the title suited the poem (if you can call it one). Oh, and do listen to the song.

Especially

It is quite flattering to be made to feel special,
Especially in a world of six and a half billion as yourself
And countless other things
Like the bacteria in your stomach
And Animal Planet.

P.S. The plant you see in the picture is no more. Neither are its four other siblings.