boxed up,
as I sit here 20 feet above the soil I love,
I cant help but feel disconnected.
I feel far away but I can see where I want to be.
Pine cones and memories hang from my wall
in a desperate attempt to make me feel at home.
My family is a thousand miles away, I miss them.
I am surrounded with work that I pay to do,
but the sun lures me away from my desk and into the hills,
where I feel free and my friends fly above my head.
Stress creeps up on me like a monster that I choose to run from.
the few days I pick up my sword and fight this monster I feel good
but the days I flee, the monster only bits at my ankles till I defeat it.
the sun lures me away from my desk and into the hills where I feel free.