Fields to Forest

When I come here, this doorway to my freedom,

I only wish to run until I reach the forest, every tree is calling me to come.

I would run through every golden field with stalks of grass bowing to the breeze like subjects to their king.

But I wouldn't reach the forest as far as I could run with the stalks rustling around me in a huge bustling crowd.

I couldn't reach the forest before I would be

Pulled back, back through the doorway

That could free me, locking as I leave it.

I could run back towards it only to be pulled away again.

So, I am confined to this field, the grass peacefully whispering to me.

I do not feel peaceful like they are, I yearn for the forest,

Though not too badly.

For I know it will be dry and dusty with tall, crusty gum trees reaching towards the brilliantly blue sky and not

Lush like the jungles I yearn for.

But there are shadows in the forest which I could hide in, protected by the shade, unlike being exposed in this field.

Now I leave, I leave the doorway to my freedom,

Still dreaming of my jungle, hoping that I’ll find it

One day, that one day I'll be free.