Dead on my feet and spent, I am
Seeking the earthly possessions
Immortal peace is all I desire
And a spell of solitariness, I aspire
Pandemonium I seek to forsake
And drift away into tranquility
To gain a retreat to the soulful whispers
A walk into the woods I take
Or stand in the midst of a meadow
And face the heavens to watch birds soar with gusto
Or sit by the river for respite
All and all the misgivings I shun
And walk away into faith with certainty to beckon.