There is a path we’re burrowing down
Holding onto our outdated maps
Even your taste for wanton desertion won’t
Put your spirits back
On the top of this daunting hill
In its free-falling glory
Never will you be still
Telling this story
In rancor I’ll leave you there
Struggling to find your way
Wanderlust will then
Have you until your dying day
All along you’ve claimed
That you wanted it like this
Amatory pursuits aside
Go on then and take it like it is
And never again will you find
Implacable grace, not on this path
Not with all I now know you lack