He fulfilled the perennial fantasy
We all have of running far away
Of throwing ourselves into the elements
Proving we could go back
To our life among the winter trees
The deft runners in the darkness
Close to the slightest shift of breeze
So no one would know they're there
But a shameful desire to retaliate
To return the hurt that hurt you
Secretly fueled your amazing will
What you were really running from
The mushroom in the forest
Blooming where no one sees him
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