A sprawling stream of cobblestone
Irrigating the civilized world
Dark gaze of closed shop windows
Enforcing the arriving twilight

Why...
I long to leave these walls behind
And wet my feet in the virgin grass
I long to smell the autumn air
And hear the sound of untamed silence

Calling me from the wild
Uncharted roads leading nowhere
And the heartbeat of the mother earth
In the cold hallowed dirt

Comforts of the seasons
Spent inside
Is counted in logs
In the fire
And cold ale