Night closed in upon the sky where daylight breathed a sad goodbye;
No sun aloft to sting my eyes, no torrid heat to cloud my thoughts.
I turned a final time and I beheld the mansion with a sigh;
My pain had wrung me clean and dry; it was adventure that I sought.
But here, I felt, my mood had shifted; free, but still, a weight not lifted;
Now far away my soul had drifted, free, but freedom I felt naught.
Now, escaped, I realized ever, my plan had if not been so clever;
And here I rest, in pain or pleasure, to feel fulfilled but left distraught.
And still, that freedom I feel naught.