I've traveled to where I have not been.
I have eloped to where I must not.
It's perfect here. Not too cold nor too hot.
I have to pay for my excursions, folly is never cheap. But I'm working so feverishly, I have sown, so shall I reap.
I'm pleased. Ultimately fortunate, I settle into my loft. While some of the old remnants tangled on, while they grimace and scoff.
I am easily satisfied, yet I ponder greater things. This is where my head is at. Contrasting the Hater Beings.
I know this because they confess to me, what abhorred thoughts they compel.As well, people are human and these beings are not.
I rid myself of these remnants, refuse of the past. I will rebuild and cleave tothat which does not last.