happy2fight

Walking on the smooth metal
of the concrete road,
I keep looking at the alluring
path in
the wilderness.
I have left the concrete
many times,
to wander into the wilderness
and thrive in the open,
wide spaces, breathing
fully and freely.
But the ghosts always
hurl me back
on the metalled road.
The ghosts that people
the concrete world and I
thought they lived in the wilds.