Until I wake up...

Was it a dream…those days when bliss was effortless?
The golden embers of the sun baked my face and every day glowed.
In those days, time had not the effect of devastation it has today.
My aim was to be quiet in its moment, write among the fields for hours.
Now I am encased.
Now you have me but you cannot "keep" me.
You cannot enclose a storm.
You cannot contain a hurricane.
The burning in my soul will erupt and when it does,
I will unleash a fury that knows no boundaries and has no cage.
Endless trees and rolling hills will replace white halls.
The chirping of birds and the footprints of the sun will become my clocks.