I am leaving where I thought I'd die;
Am I running away as Lao Tzu said?
Fifty bucks taken - no reach for the sky-
Happens once - what happens when sick in bed?
Who left who? I'm old - no place else to go.
Still I run - like elsewhere is different.
Could it be I want to show high to low-
Make these bad men a job, like I'm a gent?
Abandon also means without reserve
Like Jung's "where will is without, love reigns,"
Yet pure will gets you not what you deserve
As shown when hubris makes for weird-ass rains.
I renounce fear and the hate it drags in;
If my absence helps, may it be within.
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