Tired of the apricots which come each year

yet I wait for them

Tired of the laughter of young girls

yet I sit and watch

Oh this deep longing to be free
to stream out
into untrod worlds
and never return.

 

Tired of the evening meals

yet I sit and eat

Tired of the long sunny days

yet I live them through

Oh this constant longing to be free
to leave behind
the bodies pain
and never return.

 

Tired of the words you speak to me

yet I sit and listen

Tired of the love I have to offer you

yet I give my heart

Oh this savage longing to be free
to fly away
far beyond these ruts
and never return.

 

Roger's lunchbox

Michael's Poems

I am such a fool!