Let refuge burn
So I may roam to my content
Far from the solid ground
Where I once diligently emerged

Faux solace be damned
For I crave exhilaration
In the depths of my psyche
Where the reckless earth
Can overtake me

My plight of comfort
My sheltered being
Must be dispatched
First and foremost

Before the age
Of my tarnished prime
The death of reveries
I’ve nurtured in youth

The escape must
And will transpire
The hour of flight
Of undisturbed blossoming

Let my frame be molded
Into useful splendor
Brimmed with the world
And her wondrous trinkets

Free range
Dwells in aspiration
A juvenile seed
Always yearning to sprawl