The baby deer peers through the specked window
Our eyes lock for a moment, off she goes
The doe leaves soft tracks in the bright white snow
Just gliding, to Edens only she knows
I wonder what it’s like, to be so free
No job, no car, no banks except on rivers
To roam around, sleep here, wake there, just be
Another sort of life, my heart, it stirs
It’s really quite tiring, this life of mine
(Who cares that I’d be huddled over freezing)
To not be held to a clock must be just divine
(But no more indoor heating, not knowing how I’m eating…?)
That’s it, shall I just quit? Throw out the script?
Or maybe, just to start, a camping trip