Utopia?

As I walk this land of dark
With its bleak trees of black bark
No birds to sing, no dogs to bark
Even the roses have fallen apart
"What a dismally beautiful place is this"
"No one to argue with, no one to kiss"
Although the latter I'm sure to miss
This place has its own set of lips
I can hear the wind whisper to me
Let yourself go, be yourself free
I kicked down a stump, I jumped in a stream
I ran through a field and let out a scream
I waited for the voice to speak once more
Had it been real? I wasn't so sure
Despair began to grow from within
Then I laughed to myself; who cares about sin?

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