Juxtaposition of a Life Divided

The sunset draws light to the billowed peaks

Overlooking the field of countless rocks

A young boy runs freely without technique

Life liberated from the ticking clocks

A lone goose flies misguidedly above

The boy pauses, calmly averts his gaze

To rows of houses and gardens among

Nature, the horizon through cirrus haze

Now avert the perspective to a man

Lost, diverted just to make a dollar

He’s working as subjective as he can

But the pain within will make him holler

He just cannot take all the distractions

The expectations and all the judgements

The stress forcefully misguides his actions

He wants to be back with the elements

Removal from this fierce corporate world

He imagines, with images he is met

With all the vistas his mind’s eye unfurled

The vibrant landscapes he cannot forget

His mind’s eye lets him return as the goose

Separated from his v formation

Old and weary, his journey is enough

Reformation is his new temptation