And To Think I Saw It On Mulberry Street

Another "experimental" poem. This one won a place somewhere in the top 30 of a poetry contest and is published in some book.
To Get the Sense of Things

I wish you knew what it was
what it is to be burdened
to feel the pain of responsibility
to taste the sourness of forgetfulness
to see the devastation of procrastination
to hear the screams of authority
to smell the stink of life

Do you think I enjoy the sick S&M games of the world?
I don't want to be bound to a chair while worrying about my hairline
I want to feel the happiness of the meadow
I want to taste the nectar of the bees
I want to see the brightness of life
I want to hear the laughter of children
I want to smell the lilies of the field
I want to escape
I need to be free