he fled to the hills some years ago
left the old ghosts behind
bought a one-way ticket to start a brand new life
it got so bad
but here i can make it
i can teach myself to survive
he wrestles all night with his memory
sees flashes of his former life
but turns over writes them off as a synapse misfire
struck out alone into the wild, like a man exiled
slept in the bitter cold but after a while
he built a new home up a mile high, but never did say goodbye
under the falling snow he swore he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice
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