I long for. . .

Rushing those people
the traffic and some roads,
staking my life crossing those roads,
and again I rush, faster now
to reach in before nine
and work my mind, my heart, my soul
all that I've learned from past
looking at the computer from hours, maybe now.
I glanced outside the window
and saw two squirrels.
They play, they run and
catch each other, they talk,
they fight and love to jump
and then enjoy that beautiful sun.
How I wish I could be them,
to get off this office and have some fun.

I run on walls and trees and wires,
to find some food
escaping my friends, they find me then
and snatch that nut, my only food
from the day's hunt.
Questing for food then began,
coming now to the Olympic stands,
finding an athlete who runs like me.
How I wish, I run with passion to
earn my food, and live in an apartment.

Its last lap now,
and I need to concentrate.
So composing myself I run
to my fullest,
past the America, the English and Flemish now
leaving more and more countries behind.
Its half a second now and
I am running with Russia,
both of us are so adept,
but at last I was the best.
Winning the Olympic gold in hand,
I never thought I 'd have to paint this wall.
How I wish I'd have studied some more,
for I'd be working in an office for more.