It is mostly about being able to be elsewhere
Not necessarily to escape from suffering
For one may already be in a good place
Yet there is a desire, a calling one might say
For the vast open moorlands
Or the wildly raging seas
Equally, one might be drawn to the warm soft sands
Or the settled hollows among the dunes
It is as though one seeks a solitude
A determination to be freed of disturbance
From wherever that noise may come to trample
For trample it does, to take thought from no-thought
