You can find me working
In a little square room
White lights fight my eyes
Mind flies in & out of zoom
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You can find me resting
On a square metal bed
White walls enclosing
No stars above my head
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You can find me travelling
In a speeding metal box
Brain carried too fast to notice
The berries, hare, or fox
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But I’ll find myself
If I break out of the cage
Escape back to the woods
My wild senses reengage
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You can find me working
Hands cultivating life
Sunlight on my skin
Soul peaceful, without strife
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You can find me resting
On a mossy forest floor
Softly held by Mother Earth
Replenished to the core
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You can find me travelling
Feet light upon the soil
At this pace my mind has space
And I don’t burn the oil
~
Where would I find you?
In a box, or in the wild
Which part would I find there
City cynic, or joyous child?
~
Joe Blogs, 2022