“Seems I must have misery,
With reality’s delivery.”
I think of this, as I fall.
A sudden blur, beyond recall.
There I went for a ride.
Rolling down a mountainside.
The beast above was chasing me.
I needed to get myself free.
Running away was not enough.
So, I jumped off into the rough.
Tumbling across the ground.
Limbs were flailing all around.
Beating rocks and smashing sticks.
There I was in quite the fix.
From the pan into the fire.
Driven by some dark desire.
My home was so far away.
How could I know how this would play?
This place offered quite the clash.
A dream of peace, so quickly thrashed.
This is how it had to be.
The price to pay for getting free.
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