My place is there in the cold dark night

My heart knows where to go

Though I roam

When I put one foot in front of the other

I know there is rarely random

But a series of complex moves

Taking me back to what I have done


To what I have always done

A creature of habit

Genetic memory lies within me

Telling me it is time to move along

To get on back home

Not out here alone

Not out here in the dark

My ancestors carried me this far

How could I not oblige?

Melanie Davis 1/13/17

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