In the Meadow

I often find myself amongst the trees, trying to find something in the veins of the leaves.

Some reason to keep on going.

Of course I like nature, of my own the robin's nest, but I tire of it easily, just like all the rest.

I come to nest often at night, until I start to come at day.

I come at the most convenient time to run away.

I'm constantly trying to clear my head, away from the blaring fluorescent lights I dread.

Away from the beckoning of a professor's hand.

Away from the sorrow, away from the plan.

Nature is beautiful, but beauty can be boring.

So I’ll find a new place to spend this morning~

This coffee shop is my new foot and hand, my second Oz, my fresh Wonderland.

Caffeine is the devil in disguise.

It can seep in and take you by surprise.

It can soak the blueprints and destroy your paradise.

It takes me by the throat, the panic soon to arise.

My Wonderland ruined, my Oz compromised.

Class to resume

I'll find a new place to spend this afternoon~

If there is one thing I've learned, from taking 18 hours

Education takes time, the whole day’s devoured.

Jobs are hard to hold down, though overrated anyway.

Bills are expensive, though I never really pay.

I don't want a label on me,

Hippie, Hipster, Loser.

Even if they define me,

Student, Jobless, Snoozer.

Sleep can be fitful, but every day that I wake, I wish to ease back into that state of escape.

In a dream I'm not defined by the year I was born, the street that I live on, or visible scars
which were torn.

In a dream I can fly in a sky full of purple, in a sea made of dolphins, in an endless circle.

In a dream I become my world illustrator,

While in waking life I strive to chase a sheet of paper.

Class always to begin,

I'll find a new place to spend my morning then~

I'm not much of a skipper, though I thrive to be a sailor.

I'd rather be across the pond, then sitting dead-eyed in a lecture.

Over the hills, with my ancestors I could roam.

Leaving this “new land”, Stars and Stripes aren’t my home.

By society's standards that statement is wrong.

I should be convicted for feeling like I don’t belong.

And though the rules over there aren’t same

They are just as sure to drive me insane

Because everyone has standards

Am I supposed to be ashamed

To stand up and say I don’t believe in them?

To say, I don’t want to play these twisted games?

Empty knowledge to gain

Class always to start

I’ll continue my search

To find an impossibly perfect place

To hold my aching heart.

Until then I’ll lay in temporary branches

Waiting for the smallest spark,

A reason to keep on going~