I am reading an inspiring book right now. "Feral". It talks of our absorption into the safety of civilisation and our latent need to face danger and be in the heart of nature. This really speaks to me. I wrote a poem. What is this feeling? Of needing more? Of feeling disconnected, like life's a bore. I come to my desk, I sit, I work I write, I talk, I read, I shirk. There is no life to me right here Beside a desk from year to year It's but a blip, a whim, a fag, A distraction at best, at worst a drag. But where then would I rather be? What grandiose sights would I rather see? Nowhere I say but the outdoors I want to re-join nature's cause