I
need to ramble
I
need to walk in the woods
I
need to smell the flowers of the forest
I
need to see the branches sway in the breeze
I
need to see the rivers flowing
I
need to feel the wind in my hair
I
need to watch the birds in flight
I
need to smell the crops in the fields
I
need to feel the cold of winter
I
need to feel the summer's sun
I
need to feel the damp autumn rain
I
need to see the spring approaching
I
need to walk the streets around me
I
need to listen to the world
I
need to hear the chatter in the crowds
I
need to see the children in the playground
I
need to taste exhaust fumes in the air
I
need to hear my favourite music
I
need to watch guitars being played
I
need to listen to the voices of angels
I
need to watch as my children grow
I
need to visit great Aunt Jean
I
need to feel the touch of my lover's hand
I
need to hold her in my arms
I
need to see the smile on her face
I
need to find a way out of this prison
I
need to wake up
I
want to live
©
Fergus Martin
2013
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