Run into the open field,
Fresh with sparkles of morning due,
Break free the yolk of wants,
Impervious to the rough wind,
Unaware of the exogenous influence,
Pristine knowledge within,
Individual but part of the whole,
Intense, not shallow,
Wish I could be an escapist from the traditional,
Be not what I want to, rather what I am,
Unmoved by circumstances,
Igneous and not met-morphed with age,
…The wish truly wished – To be an Escapist.
