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I step through the last door

And read the sun like a palm

My pack is ready

Perhaps more than i

Can i accept what i'm leaving behind

There is no place for worry in my mind

I'll save that

I'll save that for colder days

When i am all alone

Am i leaving behind all i am

If all i am is this, then it's all in my mind