Mind running over hot coals at lightening speed.
Tensed like a coiled spring waiting to be freed.
Cutting through the red tape with the scissors from my pocket.
Moving on to the next demand, heart thumping like a rocket.
I need to take steps to get out of this rat race.
Go somewhere that has a much slower time and pace.
To get back to land and all that entails.
Live some real life and explore new trails.
Watch how things grow and stars in the sky.
Dream of places I’d go if I could fly.
Feeling the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.
At one with nature, in foul weather or fair.