boxed up

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.