It escaped into the cloudless night,
Into the virgin moonlight white,
It ran off to the stretching horizon,
To endear the setting sun.
It escaped into the sad tunes,
To cherish the melancholic hues,
It escaped from the brazen lies,
It escaped from superficial smiles.
All the fools who caused menace,
All who set things ablaze,
It bade them good bye on the face,
Left behind not a single trace.
Tired of being entangled,
Tired of things and people so bland,
It set itself free,
It weaved its own story.
It escaped, and let things be.