Is this it?

These difficult words

Hidden by false sincerity 

Shackled to the conformity

Of a 9 to 5 routine that creeps 

And exhausts. 

And in my distant wishes

I would walk past castles

And the shores of golden Pembroke beaches

Breathe in the air 

And feel the breeze of the moment

I would escape this desire 

To prove myself and paint

 A portrait of my capability 

In wasted career driven colours.

Tired faces, 

Long winter journeys through forests 

Sucking time from withering peace.