Looking past this thin sheet of glass,
In this strange motorized cage.
The reflections catching my eye
I see my face, on a background of sky.
On a background of birds, clouds, and sun.
A background of grass, where children run.
Where flowers bloom and bees pollinate.
A canvas splattered with beautiful paint.
How I miss what I’ve never had.
How I yearn to live with the land.
Free from bustle and loud, crowded mess.
Free from the caustic, lonely and depressed.
To be with the forest and mother earth.
Roaming through a new rebirth.
Living with My Love, I desire.
‘Til he and I grow old, to retire.
