October 30^th, 2018

I pass pines and oaks ten men
Could not reach around. I cross
Flooded streams. My bare feet stumble
On the cobbles. The water roars.

My clothes whip in the wind. This
Is the only life where a person
Can find happiness. Why do I
Spend my days bridled like a horse
With a cruel bit in my mouth?
If I only had a few friends
Who agreed with me we'd retire
To the mountains and stay till our lives end.