a scribbling

LegacyUser

I didnt try to write a poem. its just something that came into my head when i listened to this;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBHcmUlm4LY&feature=related



When I close my eyes,
I see meadows of grass, I see the expanse of blue sky
Spreading outwards and into the distance
I see the paths twisting and turning
I see the trees, their branches waving slowly
Ushering me on. I feel the breeze they feel
I hear their voices telling me I should go
To follow where the wind goes and the paths lead
To a life more lived and a healthier soul.
I want to get on my bike and push
Away from taxation, chain and mental woe
I want to go where the waves grow tall
And blue meets blue.
I want to feel the joy of the road, the way of the world
I want to see the valleys from the hills
I want to tell of the world I saw
the tales anew., and people I knew.
I want to lay on the final field, and look back on the way I grew.

At about seven, the electronic bells thwart my haven
Awaken and bound to society’s will
The ties are heavy and secretive.
My life’s contract to be served to the end
White masses of paper and ink
All through the day, all energy spent.
My hands are tied, in bill and habit,
Now the ceilings are grey, bulbs in lines across it
I feel the breeze of the mechanical fan,
It tells me to stay.

When I close my eyes
I see the shadows on the road, the expanse of forest
I see the suns shards pierce the canopy
I hear the birds calling, telling me to go
I hear the branches sway
I feel the free air. I feel my soul.