Sunday at last

Routine tires me and each day
a challenge is born.
Many children follow me around and I chase
them like a cat fireflies.
My energy is fuelled
my smile fed
only Sundays interrupt.

Freedom in a box

The box is well defined
The walls high but reachable,
Yet a fresh air is coming through
And I breath freedom.
I think inside the box,
Generate space and ideas
And opinions and opportunities.