Written by: Jacque Graham

The wind blows through the trees outside
It questions why? Why?
I just want to move on 
Be heard
I have no time to jump through hoops
To look for money

The bubbling brook questions why
I want to try so many things
But am limited in so many aspects 
Age, experience, time

The clock is ticking
deadlines are coming
How do I thrive in a small steal box

How can I breath 
When the breath is going down my neck?
How can I think 
when I am being told my thoughts?
How can I live my life 
When I am being told what my life is?