Housebound

You have bricks and you have mortar
But I am free like air and water,
You have square feet that you call home
But my feet ramble, my feet roam.
 
You have ways to meet your ends
But my wealth is in my friends;
You work to earn and pay for pleasure
But loving people is my treasure.
 
You’re safe and soft behind your wall
But I find such things keep me small
You own three beds but I have the world
And into it I become unfurled,
 
So while you sit and count your things
Excuse me as I find my wings,
Stretch muscles new, become un-cramped,
Realise how much my life was damped.
 
I’ll reach past fear and move past clinging,
Hear what my soul was always singing
And finally learn the lesson tough
That happiness isn’t found in stuff.
 
You fill your house with things you like.
I have 2 bags. I have a bike.
You have your roof to keep you dry.
My only limit is the sky.