Obsessive lovers’ ivy crawls upon my meager hovel

I can hear the roof giving way to a wicked stubborn day

Furnished with odd whittled crafts and thousand year-old hearth

I loathe this polluted place, this forced upon shelter

Not for its current state, because it witnessed who I am!

Housing for ignorance, cowardice and complacency

Forgive yourself, I say to me. Today is my last day.

With willing tinder and happy heart this place will be no more

Beneath my boots are murdered embers and the ghost of a questionable me

Armed with a new cryptic name, plausible story and a desire for new country, I depart