Yearning to fare smoothly
To be wholly engulfed
By tranquility’s embrace

The hours shed
As I swerve with hope
Upon the tamest plains
That near jubilation

But it is not quite
I am destined to hover
Not straying far
From the solid ground I know

The hours fly
In my subdued longing
The urge to breathe easily
Away from havoc’s reach

Parting ways with hardship
Means boundless wealth
Not far from elation
But never past
Its hollow rift

I strive to remain
Tethered to satisfaction
Never straying further
Hopeful, I do not recede