But here in the struggle for fame and pelf
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know
That I'm bluster and buff and empty show.
The world is no longer closed to us in the way it was in the past - present generations have unparalleled access to pretty much all corners of the globe.
Away from the tumult of motor and mill I want to be care-free; I want to be still! I'm weary of doing things; weary of words I want to be one with the blossoms and birds.