My Temporary Peace Of Mind Poem by Michael Fischer

I take the recommended dosage
of Mother Nature’s remedy
by escaping my house of madness,
into the outskirts of my serenity.
I’m a suffering workaholic,
searching for something more,
than simply abiding to
society’s rigorous structure.
Why am I walking?
So I can enjoy Mother Nature’s
five star performance.
Where am I going?
I don’t know or care;
Wherever my heart leads me
is where I am meant to be.

Ah, the retreating sun’s citrus glow;
Its nature’s parting gift to us
for attending its celebration.
Just prior to the sun’s emigration,
the lively trees dance gracefully,
while the fallen leaves,
skip along the ground
to the zephyr’s gentle music.

My feet move forward, step by step,
passing street sign after street sign.
But in my pensive mind,
I’m moving backwards,
revisiting the mirage
of my gleaming youth.

I hear the sounds of us playing street hockey:
The Clicking – of skates.
The Collaboration – of strategy.
The Celebration – of our victory.

I see our fresh lively faces,
glowing with hope and promise,
without the stress of society
restricting our freewill to dream.
Now my life revolves around work
and finding ways to forget
my meaningless existence.
Ah, what I wouldn't do to be young again.

After my short visit with retrogression,
I leave my fellow nature
and resume my on-the-go lifestyle.
I feel better, but at the same time worse;
Better because I revisited my youth,
but worse, because I can’t relive my youth!

(March 22,2007)