I don't wanna go
Out of my house
The world is rough out there
And there's winds wild
The sun burns
And the animals bite
I'm safer in here
Cared for loved
And lie in peace
The mummy tells himself
As he withers away
Into dust.
And eventually
End up
Out there.
Willing or crying and shouting
We all gotta go,
Out there, or up wherever
What matters is
If we do so
In our own terms
Or in those
That the fates
Have decided
For us.
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