
I would have thousands wrapped about me
To be cloistered where no one could see
Hidden away like an eagle in his aerie
Life would be peaceful and not at all scary
Wishful thinking, if it could only be
Just the beginnings of the feelings so free
Alone with a feeling, an idea, a thought
Never to be snagged, entrapped, and caught
But curtains are curtains: flimsy, transparent
Letting in light and possessing thinness inherent
Walls are walls, rocky, stony and hard
The twain will never meet, it’s not in the cards
So... Go your way, wherever it may be
