May 14, 2015

That's all I wanted

[My friend Rod's sketch]
And all I wanted
was some free time
to myself.
I just wanted
a corner office.
I wanted privacy.
didn't have lofty ambition.
I don’t have lofty ideas.
I am just a guy
trying to make ends meet.

Yet, here I am
bogged by more work.
With a lousy room
full of old furniture,
struck underground.

I am afraid.
If a tremor happens
I will be buried alive.

So I want to be
a tree. Deep in the jungle, 
far from the madding crowd.