Oh, Iceland. You have my heart. You're my favourite island. I'm coming for ya like a dart. Yes I may be Canadian, but, soon I'll be Icelandic. My future home. Out of everywhere on earth, Iceland you are picked. The population is low there, I'll finally be left alone. Oh, the moss has grown. Black beaches, waterfalls, moss, and snow. I moved on from the past. Why won't you let it go? I'm trying to leave Canada and come to Iceland real fast. Icelandic is one of the hardest languages on this world. So hard, like the heavy winds. The blizzards have swirled. Oh, yes, my life in the future, it wins. Oh, Iceland. You have my heart. My favourite island. I'm coming for ya like a dart. I don't know how I will arrive there. But oh sure, I will. The wind is blowing me away to Iceland. A very gorgeous diverse island. I may not be Iceland by blood, but man I'm for sure Icelandic in my mind, body, and soul.