I don't know what I'm feeling
It's a sense of dissatisfaction
Which I shouldn't have
I have more than most people
And I'm not just talking material
Looking out the window
Staring at the trees surrounding me
I yearn for the simplicity
The simplicity of youth
Somehow it got away from me
Despite the fact that I'm still young
I could run away from it all
Start fresh in another dimension
And yet I realize that
If I did just up and leave
I would be leaving so many behind
What is it about
Freedom from others
That entices me
And why is it that
I still crave the security
Of being safe in someone's arms
I fear that I am brooding
I fear that I am more like my dad
That I am prone to brooding
To sadness
To dissatisfaction
To depression
We both stand in front
Of opposite windows
Staring at the trees surrounding us
Brooding
Thinking
Speculating
Wanting more yet
Unsure of how
Of why
This feeling occurs