Sat in a meeting room,
Longing to escape,
I can hear children laughing,
The sun beams through the window,
Taunting me calling me out-of-doors,
A cough brings me back to the room,
I wriggle in my seat,
Slide after slide, PowerPoint to the max,
Voices droning on…
Faces grey from lack of natural light,
But wait did they just say it was over?
Can I really go? Escape to the outside world?
The one with real flowers, not those drawn on,
Flinging open the door I breathe deeply,
The smell of newly mown grass hits the back of my throat,