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Escape

I look down to the streets below
As people ‘bout their business go,
The weights within their hearts force them to stay.
But me, I’ve had enough of steel
And concrete, dreams are more ideal:
The wings inside, they beckon me away.
I want to leave my life of ease,
Take my home, cash, just give me trees
And land upon which I can build my life.
That bright horizons’ calling me
Away, my heart won’t let me be!
Give me such solitude that’s free from strife!
I want a field of flowers wild,
The health to raise an infant child
Among the oaks and maples, and the yew.
We’ll train the vines and sow our seed
And build ourselves a place to feed
Our bellies and our souls, both me and you.
A stone-wrought house, a field of green,
A merry brook ‘neath skies serene:
The silence takes me back to days of yore
When I was young, before I found
That comfort with feet on the ground
Will always leave you wandering for more.
The cubicles and crafts that fly,
And buildings that near scrape the sky
Threaten to keep my dreams up on the shelf,
But reality be damned, I vow,
I’ll find that peaceful place somehow
Even if it’s only real within myself.

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