The days draw closer,
To another day at work,
And earning money.
If only I could,
I would, without any doubt,
Do something I love.
Travel the world round,
Twice or more, stopping to look,
And see those places.
But I find myself
Chained to an old office chair,
And going nowhere.
“Just pipe dreams“, you say,
“You’re up in cloud cookoo land,
With a few blue birds“.
