Free

Respect and adulation for the sun, moon, and stars.

However, I sit behind a desk and rue the window from a far.

Is it the social norms, conformity that keep me glued?

This normal life and a paycheck I misconstrued?

Stability what I sought for so long,

having it now has started to feel wrong.

Life on a wimb had been tradition,

organically seeking expedition.

I hope to stay sane,

right in the brain,

set put in place,

i’m losing face

adventure.

soon.