Oh late I’ve been feeling trapped in my house. Not because I cannot physically leave, but because I must be in the home eight hours a day to work. I look to my left and out the window I see one of my ponds, a pasture, and a portion of forest. That is where my souls wishes to be, not inside, attached to a keyboard, telling comuters what to do. I yearn for the day I no longer need to work this job. A day that will come someday, hopefully sooner than later, when I’m free of my financial debts and can live a life of relative poverty, free, and with my family.