Existentialist At A Poker Game Poem by Colin Pickett

I'd rather be
beyond these walls,
away from here
where I am true.
I'd rather be
where mountains call
for me to climb
away from you.

I'd rather be
where flowers bloom,
away from here
where life is new.
I'd rather be
beyond this gloom
where I can live
away from you.

I'd rather be
where eagles soar
away from here
too far to see.
I'd rather be
asleep and snore
than have you here
to bother me.

I'd rather be
aside a tree
away from here
where life is rough.
I'd rather be
where you can't see
the hand I hold
or call my bluff.