Reflections from my annual Sanity Restoration Vacation in Maine.
I spend two weeks alone camping and hiking in the Moosehead Lake Region.
After fifty weeks of human congestion, I need time to recharge and rejuvenate
My spirit goes flat for most of the year
Though I'm normally joyful, filled with good cheer
The world seems tuned to negative press
Nature is where I go to redress
The grievances building slowly inside
The heaviness pressing my spirit to decline
My mental state dependent on two weeks every year
A vicious cycle that never seems clear
Death is the outlet that looses our chains
But I'll not wait for the inevitable end
To rid myself of turmoil within
As long as I have a forest and streams
Fresh water and air, scents blue and green
I'll hike till I fall
Asleep on my feet
Let the world pass me by
The wooded trail is my street.