Lengths

I shall run to the end of your sight Far from your judging ways Your cutting gaze My lovelorn malaise The love of your heart shall wound me no more

I shall ride to the end of the land Out from the jostling masses Ignorant classes Muttering asses This unkempt society shall dog me no more

I shall sail to the edge of the world Away from what cares do assail Money's in the mail Life in detail The angst of procurement shall vex me no more

I shall cross the great void to oblivion To cease forever in being Mostly avoiding All that is meing My own sorry state shall plague me no more