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Tethered with a knife

I wished for rain 

Something numbing

But not to break the chain

I can't even being to think of where I'd go and leave 

My spot beneath the tree

My sip of the big dipper

This old road would grow lonely 

Unlike others, I know just where it goes

Everything is safe and certain

Dawn will kiss day and dusk will give way

Colors will muddle and pine trees will sway

If I leave it, I know it 

It won't be the same