Freedom at Any Cost

I remember one of the bad old days, those
Days, years even lost to staring from that
Window at the last resort and at last, in this
Godforsaken hole by the edge of the sea I
Finally found a connection. A man, just
Like me, who'd grown sick, sick of this
Town and sadly, for him sick of his life as
He stands down on the beach in the midst
Of a wild storm. The wind swirls madly
And suddenly the sea is all there is as he
Gets taken away, rejoicing as at last he's got
The freedom he craved at any cost.