I am sick in my soul today for I have a double mind. One yearns for the fields of green and the quite places The other feeds innovation and the code lined A place in the woods with camp fire, pen and paper With wifi preferably Some where its noble to be a maker I would write all day what my heart lights I would also pull a paycheck ideally So for now the woods will be out of my sight My body will be in the office where it stands Oh the joy though that no matter where I am I might glorify god with these hands.