I gaze out to the open field
Yearning for my own expansive space
What celestial quiescence it would yield
If one could stow to such a place

A simple journey of bold
To mitigate my teenage woes
In a moment to be released of fold
A house of one hundred and forty toes

A quickened pace unleashed
To reach these grounds so hollow
Away from the sharing unbeseeched
To my sanctuary, a summer fallow

With wavering shadows queued
Across a sea of furrows, hence
Thresholds of a willing solitude
My new abode, between a distance