Choices need be made quickly, ingeniously
The decision is the time to make haste
Months waning, the days are running
Not to see a little out there, a waste
People, in a word, are savvy, with know-how
Quickly from shade, they fade into the hour
The outdoors rears fearsome and beastly
On my own again, by my own power
I won’t be long this moment, not this play day
I can compare where I was to how I am
The claw draw of my homestead awaits me
Out there I was sensible, but I confess now… my jam
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Truly a haunting refrain! 🙂
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