Rich In Wealth

Written October 7, 2015 I want to be rich in wealth Not measured by bank accounts But by the greenery around my house Feel like a mouse In this maze of a world in which we live I want to be free and Cool as the crisp clean morning air Wind moving over mountains Cutting through canyons, valleys Snaking like a river through your hair Does anyone care? Chained to this desk Building up stress Contemplating visiting the Brooklyn Bridge For pleasure or to plunge to my death