This is about how for most of my adult life I've essentially become almost entirely an indoor person, yet within my heart there is a longing to spend my days outdoors, basking in the wonders of its beauty and warmth. It's strange as my childhood saw many days and years and moments outdoors, I played 3 sports for most of my childhood, my dad took me to state parks, parks in Philly, I used to play in the woods, used to go swimming all the time, camping at least once a year, was involved in the Cub/Boy scouts. I'm not quite sure what happened, I think it's the computer though. It's kind of sad really. This is me saying I think my afterlife will see "the endless earth that i may roam, entwined in its infinity." The title is shamelessly stolen from a Saves the Day song
. Also this poem was written at least 8 years ago, I'm sure earlier than that. File date on the .txt document says 4/30/2006.