It's a dry ditch and im walking through it
Not to be seen by the local retainers
Old neighbors who were sworn in as soldiers
Patrolling the roads and trails
Not too bright though that much was true
I got close enough to the forest edge to enter
They hadn't seen and I was in the undergrowth and clear
Deeper into the forest foraging what I could
Then to building my shelter
I would be forced to become a hermit
To survive between these tyrannical kingdoms
Like a ghost an unrecognizable entity
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