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He left his bag back at the rabbit hole.
Heads downstairs, he’s heard so much breathes beyond here.
Stepping out for a day full of wonder
And all the things she said he oughta know.

The less he thinks, the more he knows.
He drops his bag and hits the road.
He just goes.
Leaving for warmer weather where
History begs to grow.

Some days are insane, such an old soul.
Songs from upstate stares while here becomes there.
Long drives, lightning through colorful thunder.
Loses his things but never lets them go.

Remembers all the words he bent.
He thinks he never knows.
Why do only some things make sense?
He never lets them go.
He’s been why he never knows.

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