Lost in a Woods

poem by Nilly

Lost in a Woods

I long to be lost in a woods
where I don't even need to know my name;
the wind will tell me.

Instead, all I have is a window.
Instead of freedom, a schedule,
and this thing around my wrist
makes me a prisoner.

So this is what I've become:
a prisoner of time
walking down these long halls
knowing this isn't where i belong,
trying to make sense
of the insane.

Mindlessly walking along
all day long
longing to be alone,
at home
in a woods
where I can't even remember my name;
the beauty makes me forget
and the wind takes my breath away.

But I can't hear
over the tick-tock
of the clock.

Time is tightening
around my wrist.

Trying to make sense
of the insane.

Holding on to anything,
waiting 'til the day ends at five
so I can get away and drive.

A new song on the radio takes my breath away.
I've never heard it before, but I know every word.

And even far away
into the woods,
the music plays
and I happily sing
as I walk along
a tree-lined hall.