By this planet born
into nothing we knew,
the duties of predator life
with people of narrow sight
awaken a need to explore
some new adventure
and a radical plan
for a better World,
though once away
find more of the same
and long for return
to the familiar place
that changed without us
so a quick departure
is soon required,
but elsewhere awhile
plan a homestead
in available woods
where life is simple
yet somehow the same,
and around again,
search and settle,
recoil and roam,
on and on,
from youth to age,
till death arrives
to send us home.

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