tale to tale

Start me in a foreign field,
One which I could not find.
Teach me how to lose and yield
The road I’ve left behind.

I shall observe on fresh new soil
The range of my desires.
I’d strip myself down to bone.
And cast my strife in fires.

To start anew and revel free,
From sex, smog and sirens
I’d give myself the chance to breathe
And hear the sudden silence.