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sleep doesnt come easy
when the mind is restless
I am but
scattered thoughts
stressed bones
and hands that shake

I work I come home
only to end up working once again
I laugh aloud
not because I am amused
but because I am disturbed at the fact that I cannot stay in one place
that I have to always have change

I want to leave again
so badly
Im not running from problems
to be honest, there really arent any

just my need to be free
this craving inside of me
to see something outside of this place
just for a month or so
somehow,someday

because

I want to camp
I want to fish
I want to fly
I want to sail
I want to run down desolate roads
I want a park, where I can write
I want a library where I can sit
the biggest library in the entire world
all to myself
to read until I fall asleep
I want to play in snow
taste the rain
throw myself in a pile of mud
just to say I got dirty
go back to merry-go-rounds
and swinging as high as one can swing
seashells against my ear
the smell of sunblock
the crickets outside the window
the chirping of the birds in their bird sanctuarys
I want to see everything
and feel everything
touch everything
and taste everything

and if I stay here much longer
doing nothing but working
Ill surely go crazy
Ill surely go crazy.

By my blog friend Mist..