PEON

What glee is to watch the flower bloom,

As I pass along this worn out road,

It wards away the loneliness and gloom,

As I stray away from my abode.

How I wish I could stay longer,

To smell its scent divine,

But I should go back further,

For I have bargained my time.

How pity is it that I forgot,

To enjoy the simple things in life,

For work I did and pleasure I have not,

For all I do is strife.

How I wish I could be like the wind,

That has freedom absolute,

But if I leave would I have sinned?

But dreams are resolute.

Now the sun is high from the horizon,

And work impatiently waits,

Its time to go back to my prison,

For again I'm running late.