I saw a performance of Romeo and Juliet this past weekend and it set me thinking…
There is a shed in banished that no one uses
You must follow the path
Through a decaying meadow
While I walk my crunching footsteps breaks the reverie
I notice how I’m destroying all the dried up leaves
behind me … a wake of dust
Looking up I see a road post but the etchings wore off
Struck by the lack of moisture, my throat burns
I don’t see any hope but further ahead there must be something
Caressing wind gone vacant, stillness in this solemn walk.
And there it is. I think it might be shelter.
I find a heart ripped to pieces
Dirt in bowls and cups broken from the heat
I’m pleading for help from above
Can Romeo just be another word for love?