I envision a time
When outside my door
Will be more green than concrete,
Where I will go for a hike
Instead of to work out,
Where working out
Will have something to do with salvation,
And working alternates between
Shop, keyboard, journal, and trail.
I see myself walking across a field
Alongside a small creek towards the woods,
Maybe to meet Jackie
Who likes to sit beneath the trees
And watch the water flow,
Or maybe I’m scouting for firewood,
Or more likely
I’m just out for a stroll,
Luxuriating in the ground beneath my feet.
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