refuge at home
cold & placed on the ground
placed softly & warmly
without making a sound
pulses tell you to go
pulses tell you to go
but you know you don't want to go
ain't it timid, ain't it spent?
all regret that went
is like a choice made so long ago
you forget what it meant
and deny it made a dent
________
abandon the ones you love
to undo being unknown
& you'll go somewhere -
you'll go far
though you may be who you are,
you cannot get there by car
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