Freedom is a few paces away
An abstract dream
That reverberates throughout me
year after year

A few more paces
Then I’ll know exhilaration
The ocean’s salt breeze
The eight phases of the moon

There is only the door
Then a wet knoll of grass
Then the cities, the hills
And then pastures unknown

From just a few paces away
I can hear it all
As I recoil with fear