On Days Like This

On days like this I want to play; I want to have some fun. Instead I'm stuck here at this desk, three doorways from the sun. Gray walls become a fortress tall, ensuring no distraction. A thousand cubicles so small that I've become a fraction. There's life beyond the corporate wall, beyond this cold concrete, and people breathing freer air, and soaking up the heat. A mountain stream, alive with trout - the snow line still receding. An eagle calling to it's mate - these things I have been needing. An empty highway, sundown bound...and moving.