When I Disappear

I disappear, Worry not I have not, forgotten you here, I'm still flitting in your presence, Missing deadlines and drama, Shortcuts to connect with the Dali Lama, And wondering when I'll have a moments breath, To put my paper to my pen. I'm not lost, nor found again, But wandering through the woodland, And growing with each tree, I sap the energy from the sun, And distribute it to the life in front of me. And even that's a lie, as I haven't found the time, To take a walk through my garden, Or even plant a seed. Stuck in the cold walls of a warehouse, I work for what is to be, We work until we die, A slave to the industry.