The Unchained Wanderlust

There are times when I just want to quit my job and do what I love. I went into one of those moods and this poem is an extension of my frustration at work.

With knitted eyebrows, I sit on my work-desk,

My thoughts churn and I go berserk.

I hit the keys on my mundane keyboard,

And clench my teeth to get off the workload.

Tied to my chair by an invisible thread,

I force myself to work, to earn my daily bread.

I question my conscience, my heart and my soul,

Dry are the passions for the job that I hold.

"Enough of this!", I say to myself,

I march to my boss, toss my papers ahead!

It is time that I live,

It is time that I love,

It is time that I did what I hold most dear.

I pick my red rucksack,

Stash them with clothes,

Dress myself in a green top,

Blue capri, black gloves.

I wear my shades brown,

Tie my hair in a pony.

I sit on my BMX,

An expedition to the unknown.

I step on the pedal,

And let it loose,

I spread my hands wide,

Fresh breeze teases me through.

I am what I am now,

I know what I want,

I listened to my heart,

My soul, my mind.

A wanderlust am I,

With a thirst for adventure,

No one can tie me down,

But nature, enraptured.