I take the recommended dosage <br />of Mother Nature’s remedy <br />by escaping my house of madness, <br />into the outskirts of my serenity. <br />I’m a suffering workaholic, <br />searching for something more, <br />than simply abiding to <br />society’s rigorous structure. <br />Why am I walking? <br />So I can enjoy Mother Nature’s <br />five star performance. <br />Where am I going? <br />I don’t know or care; <br />Wherever my heart leads me <br />is where I am meant to be. <br /> <br />Ah, the retreating sun’s citrus glow; <br />Its nature’s parting gift to us <br />for attending its celebration. <br />Just prior to the sun’s emigration, <br />the lively trees dance gracefully, <br />while the fallen leaves, <br />skip along the ground <br />to the zephyr’s gentle music. <br /> <br />My feet move forward, step by step, <br />passing street sign after street sign. <br />But in my pensive mind, <br />I’m moving backwards, <br />revisiting the mirage <br />of my gleaming youth. <br /> <br />I hear the sounds of us playing street hockey: <br />The Clicking – of skates. <br />The Collaboration – of strategy. <br />The Celebration – of our victory. <br /> <br />I see our fresh lively faces, <br />glowing with hope and promise, <br />without the stress of society <br />restricting our freewill to dream. <br />Now my life revolves around work <br />and finding ways to forget <br />my meaningless existence. <br />Ah, what I wouldn't do to be young again. <br /> <br />After my short visit with retrogression, <br />I leave my fellow nature <br />and resume my on-the-go lifestyle. <br />I feel better, but at the same time worse; <br />Better because I revisited my youth, <br />but worse, because I can’t relive my youth! <br /> <br />(March 22,2007)<br /><br />Michael Fischer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-temporary-peace-of-mind/
