My Life Goal

huddled up berries pasted against the glass room full of strangers I don't want to know draw a fish, a star, a sun, a moon anything to avoid what's in this room voices don't reach me I am not engaged berries in a glass smell like spring we are connected through miles of mountain trail bushy green meadows bustling with bees bursting with blooms blue sky bending over red rocky hills while shrill voices abuse the world with good intentions my golden years my life goal is to hear you somehow and feel the peace of green meadows and red rocky hills