The Bearings of My Soul
Mountains scrape the sky
And lushes green needles stick out against bold snow
And I want none of it
I want away and out
I want the buildings that scrape the sky
But slowly
The longer I live here
The more I want the mountains and vivid green needles
I want to be lost in a forest
In a small cabin
Surrounded by books
And tons of free time
For writing or baking
Maybe with someone
But probably alone
So I can be free
Like a Blue Jay in the sky
Or the trout in the river
And I’ll never be sad
For I have the imagination of a writer
And the heart of an introvert
And a bookworm