Touch the Earth

Sometimes we need to touch the Earth
to revitalize our soul
To bend your back and feel the sun
while striving for some goal
But bound tightly to the city
where starlight’s all gone pale
At times it feels like we’re locked up
in some ungodly jail
A jail that has no locks and bars
except those in our mind
Then we hold ourselves within/without
to thyself unkind

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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