Away From Here

If I could run away from here
just beyond the sandy yard
with dry grains that burn my
bare feet and the yellow grass
that snags my ankles with sharp
thorns reaching up to hold me back
but they won't hold me back
I keep running on the dry brown leaves
ignoring the beating spring sun
Swish
and just like that I'm through the barrier
past the pines and the oaks and into
the deep thicket of underbrush
damp moss on my feet
running with nowhere to go
all is green with life
somewhere far off the birds are
singing with strange words and melodies
like in the rain forests of the south
I'm wishing I could run that far
I'm wishing I could run anywhere
But it's all just mindless dreaming
I can't run anywhere
especially not away from here.