I saw a raven on a telegraph pole, and thought bird, you’re as lost as I am.
It spread its wings and called: corax, corax.
And in my head I heard, lost? Yes, but by choice. I come from the forest and the mountains and snow, and maybe one day I’ll go home. Until then, I stay lost, and every day my world gets bigger.
With that it flew east, away from the mountains, toward the sea.
I looked back down the road I’d come, and decided well maybe I can stay lost for a while, and discover something new.
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