Fresh Air
A poem for the outdoors
Dim lights surround me
In this workplace of despair
The bleak energy speaks loudly
with a lot of stale air
I’d rather be on the Virgin Galactic
and fly to space
Without fear of heights
and my nerves kept in their regular place
My body is desperate for sunlight
To bring it to life again
Lunchtime is almost here
The stomach is craving some Raising Cane’s
Please twelve o’clock
Let me leave
So that I can get some outside air
and that my nose & eyes can breathe
Allow me to stare again
at the outside sky and be amazed
Like Forrest Gump did
during his Vietnam days
So that my eyes can breathe
And get some outside air
To allow me to stare
At the blue sky
While I’m daydreaming
Lunchtime had already arrived
With some of my co-workers still talking
and not in a hurry to go outside
With no hesitation in my steps
I walk toward the exit door
I use my right hand to push it open
The fresh air that hits me has me floored
Freedom hits me again
Like Andy Dufresne
A smile takes over my face
And the trapped feeling escapes my brain
Let this sun and fresh air
Give me a new start
Cleanse my spirit…my soul
And help me maintain a sound mind & heart