Who Am I?

In sports, my heart finds solace, a thrill,
Cricket's grace entwines my every thought,
And on the beach, my spirit takes flight,
Trekking hills, where peace and beauty are sought.

But weekdays bring a different kind of strain,
A job that binds me to a chair, confined,
The 9 to 5, a mundane, tiresome reign,
Yet my finances restrict, my dreams confined.

Oh, how I long for freedom's sweet embrace,
To chase my passions, in the sun's warm gaze,
To leave behind the office's stifling space,
And wander freely through life's winding maze.

Though my desire burns with fervent fire,
For now, I endure, bound by life's attire.