it’s not even about the freedom
or else i’d spite the sparrows wings.
i just want to float, away from
payment procedures, data analysis –
tap, tap, tap.
when did it have to be hard work
to put one foot in front of the other,
open doors, fill kettles, destroying
any burning interest of the heart?
let me balance on gentle tides,
watch the boats and tourists
walk the bridge of horizon
and details swallowing lives.
yes, i’m happy to drift
in winds and chills if i must.
at least i’d have summer on the
reverse of office walls.