Routine is blinding me, covering eyes, the worlds beauty is masked, in this bubble I dwell.
The clock is timing me, deadlines arise, no time to stop, no flowers to smell.
If only to wander, among forests and fields,.
cross flowing streams, see sunlight through trees.
To ignore, the concept of time, of minutes and seconds.
Man made calculations, now my freedom - it beckons.
People in prison, have more time to ponder,
Than the working class man, without a second to wander.