There are thousands of empty caves
With enough room for your heart waves
And your love for Pasternak and Tolstoy
Guiding you through a rope of mortal coils
The road covered with determined footsteps
The world formed upon your own concept
The awareness of a society’s failed ID
Your choice to be footloose and fancy-free
Though the family cannot stop but wonder
Your absence made their heart grow fonder
And your sister’s tears of understanding
Keep you safe in the wild, undemanding
With merely one regret of the very few
The moose was more than you could chew
The hunter’s notes on a lonely day
The only living companion is your prey
A lonesome predator with no pack or herd
Human happiness only exists when shared
Forgiveness through years of solitude
One last breath from the northern latitude
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