Exhilarating Self Exile

this city knows me not, its blank stares, artificial lights, ashen highways, muffled screaming, silently fought fights; it's not the place for me, I'm off to a mountain enclave, all by my lonesome in an earthen abode, my lair, may cave, gazing at dark greenery below, hearing muted calls, communing with soothing nighttime shadows on the walls; I'll watch the midnight moon sail across the sky, a silver lake, listen to feathery rustles in the night, half-awake; right there I shall have the most blissful peace I've ever known, my woes forgotten, I shall be sufficient unto my own.