Written whilst extremly bored on a long bus journey

Another field, another forest,
another far away horizon.
The constant repition,
of a land so familar,
brings no solace to my soul.
I must wait as the anguish,
fills up inside my head.
Striving for it to burst,
So i can finally be set free.
The mind escaping its living cage,
and soaring to undiscovered heights.
Like the distant birds,
disapeering out of view.