no thanks, i'll let myself out

no thanks, i'll let myself out

will follow the stars

to find my way home

it was realistic

not bravado

but the laws

of unintended consequences

meant cloudy sky

the door behind was closed

and the lights turned off

to the shepherd

(who had deserted us

or so it seems)

i muttered

fine, thanks

another night

in the wilderness

will not kill me