Sustenance

Sometimes I'll look out a window and think about how much of my life I'm wasting.

Just sitting here, watching the sun rise and set, set and rise. Like 

Bread that I can't eat.

It's too hot, but oh so 

Tempting.

To swallow it whole and engulf it's warmth, it's

Energy. But, I'm in 

Here.

Doesn't matter where Here is. All I know is it isn't 

There and I want to be 

There.

Out There where the wind blows and rain pours, 

birds sing and leaves fall.

There where people cry and laugh, live and die. Somwhere out there with skyscrapers pollution and corruption.

There...somewhere that isn't here. With me.

Somewhere where I won't need to swallow the sun to shine.