with the labor
the iron and the gift
a thin line
between my own concealment
and my own death
locked up inside
i have not one place to stay
not in the heart
not in the mind
not here or there
i am falling
and i am thinking
i have no place to run
i have to place to go
but away
the trees are falling
the wood is burning
i'm running again
forever this way i stay
on the move, on the run
forever paving myself a new way
stability never staying
foundations always giving way
to change and fear
and pity and hate
on down my road again
familiar in every way
familiar in every curve
i kick the dust up the trail
i watch it fade
like i will one day
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