17. Look

I want to go looking for adventure.
My soul longs for the fresh air this place cannot provide, 
Where trees have friends and are not lone wanderers

Banished to the front lawns of suburbia.

I want to go looking for those unknown corners,

Completely missed by those who have their eyes closed 

To adventure, at least. 

To venture where none have walked,

To find what I'm looking for

Even though I'm completely unaware of what it is.

But even if I fail to find unknown corners

Or unseen shadows,

I need  to find air for my lungs and grass for my soul.

I'm struggling to breathe here.