I yearn for the mountain air of my youth
Before the tar of the city blackened my lungs
I remember the green grass slipping between my toes
The way my laughter echoed on the breeze
Before the cement bit into my flesh
and the frozen wind stung my cheeks.
I remember the song of birds in the trees
Their melody dancing around me
Before the florescent hum overwhelmed my senses
Setting the stage for the strain of the day.
I yearn for the days of my youth
long before I put this noose around my neck
When a smile was just a smile
and the face in the mirror smiled back.
Each day I find myself longing for the youth I could never afford to have. I had to be older. Had to be wiser. Fingers can be pointed, but at the end of the day this is a burden I put on myself.
Much like now.
I, like so many of you, have trapped myself in the corporate world. Every night I go to sleep dreaming of a better morning, only to be greeted by the same day as before.
How do you break the monotony of it all?
Do I focus on what could have been, or what could be? Or do I resign myself to where I am now.
It’s okay. I’m okay.
I just need a second to breath.