I will arise and go now, and go to Mount Djouce,
And I will climb and surely fall,
Until I no longer stand so tall.
Alone or with you,
I shall lay there;
On grass as soft as my bed,
To relax and stop the thoughts in my head.
I hope to have some peace there,
Away from everything and everywhere,
As I gaze towards the distant horizon,
The grounds a murky green and the sky is a perfect blue.
Perhaps I will think of you,
As I enjoy this beautiful view,
A blur of green and blue so true.
I will arise and go now,
And I shall exit without a bow.
I feel the cutting breeze go through me,
I hear the birds as they fly freely;
While I sit here in this room,
And silently await chaos to resume.
Inspired by Lake Isle Of Inisfree by W.B. Yeats.
