Chaos

When the world comes too close
And you feel its press the most,
That’s when it’s harder still
To run o’er dale or hill,
To find the quiet and the calm
To fill your spirit with a balm
That heals the break in soul
From which the world extracts hard toll.
Where to find a quiet haven
Where no mark of world is graven
Deep into the surrounding stone
Where one can release the moan
Of pain and deep ache of heart?
Where can one even start?