Sitting here, at the office desk longing to be free, starring at the map and over analysing what I’d like to see, where I’d like to be.
Running down past palm trees, the sun kissing me as my hands caress the sand trickling back to the beach, as it longs to be absorbed back into the earth.
How I long to be absorbed back into the earth, to be a part of its majestic beauty, free to roam in the wind.
Sinless, the devils whispers no longer influence me. I no longer have an ear, as I no longer need to hear the words that try to influence me, as I am free.
I’m deaf, so the people won’t lie to me, I’m blind but can still see the freedom of a beautiful destiny.
Where the heats not to hot, and the breeze not to cold, where I can grow old…..within the depths of a dessert so wise so humble.
Awakening to a rumble of papers, and telephone calls. Still sat at the desk a mental trap created for you and me, whilst the rich and the ‘go getters’ grasp our destiny.
A destiny to be free, to roam the earth that was created for you and me.
But we are stuck in a concrete wall, so the vision of palm trees can’t be seen.
Forced instead to a desk, and told that this will help us make a nice comfortable bed.
Instead, we are just stuck in a cycle, whilst our destinies spiral.
I guess God only helps those who help themselves.
So unless we grasp what we want, what we need, what truly makes us happy.
We will be stuck at an office desk still longing to be free, starring at the map and over analysing what we’d like to see and where we’d like to be.
By Ali Ilyas