Fresh Air
© Jaimey Perham 02/17/2010

Locked in this mental prison
For way too long

Man came to my door with his dance and his song
Asked if I wanted to tag along

Knew he must not be wrong
Out of this room

And down the hall
Out of this steel door

To see nature’s call
To get some fresh air

In this season called fall
Of course I said yes

I will take a chance
To get out of this collective personal world

And join humanity’s dance
Move my stiff body

And surrender my stance
Release my wild spirit

Render this stone trance
So the doors flew open

And I smelled the fresh air
Clean with a tint of cold

A light wind blew through my dirty dry hair
Once I got out all I could do was stare

At the beauty and awe, life without a care
How life’s lessons are so damn unfair?

All I really wanted is some natural fresh air!