If I could take flight in my burrow
And be free.

If I could see the smiling Day
To sweet Reverie.

If I could be blanketed by Fog
And be still.

If I could reunite with Conscience
My tears would fill.

If I could be silent, forevermore
In my reserve.

If I could hum, quiet and content-
The nerve!

If I could abandon the pressure of company
And be buried.

If I could keep Faith close
And never scurry.

If I could just be clothed by Righteousness
And strip from Sin.

If I could be born again
And avoid my Patience growing thin.

If I could be locked away
And never socialize.

If I could speak through Paper
As a compromise.

If I could but live alone
In Solitude's calming arms.

If I could be undisturbed-
To live without Alarm.