I'm terribly bored! By K

My imagination takes hold
wandering searching always for relief.
Save me from myself, my right brain screams!
This work is boring, work is dull,
always unfulfilling, creating nothing
staring at this unsatisfying worthless pile of junk.
I would much rather be doing!
Creation a duty to my hands.
I want to build a house, with windows all around,
build myself a rock wall, out of stones
found at the bedside of the river wild.
Let me plant a garden,
and just try and convince me it shouldn't all be flowers.

Sitting in leather bucket seats, an overly warm car ,
feeling reckless and almost alive,
the fabric sighing as it moves under my hands.
Windows down, radio up high to hear the guitars above the wind
I want to feel the breeze on my face
lifting up the curls at the back of my neck,
Remember such head-gasket summer delirium?

I want to walk through the Forrest
deep, dark, cold, my home away from home,
I wish I where down by the river now
in the cold rushing water from eyeballs to toes
muscles straining fighting against the current
feeling the power of my body buffeted by the flow
until it takes me away on a grand adventure
like Huckfinn and Tom, vanishing beyond the bend.

Awaken, the dream is gone,

I never could relate to Becky.