Battle in the Clouds

When the first winds of the new year blew, I headed for the clouds,
Where I hid myself away, choosing escapism to avoid humanity,
My reclusiveness rewarded me with welcomed childhood reconnection,
With back-to-basics art, without stress, leading me to this fragile moment,
With my mental hibernation over, I have re-entered a changed world,
And this summer and her fires finds me slower, sluggish and punch drunk,
I feel the work army at my gates, their battering ram access underway,
Where my walls feel more papier-mâché than the required stone and mortar,
But I must fight those who wish to steal and run away with my time,
Time that I am well aware feels more fleeting now than ever before,
My time of seclusion is over, the deceased have now been laid to rest,
And I must pull myself from the haze that I’m caught in to commence battle,
A bare-knuckled fight against outsiders and takers that I feel ill-prepared for,
Like an old lion with blunt teeth and dulled claws, I just feel in the way,
But I still must defend myself, for even though I am tired and weary,
A war between my mind and a senseless world has been declared.