Children. You are not free. This is nothing more than the germination of boredom and greed. Dragging the lake is boring and finding home is only ever about searching for a new place to feed. You’re thinking too deeply. You’re exterior, it’s leaking. Wake up. Stop drumming your fingers while everyone else is sleeping. This hunt it moves at speed. Jettison your bullshit and make for the trees. Keep it together. Let go of that lonely tether. Someday you won’t need a bird of any feather. You’ve been here before. Be wary of the open door. Can’t you see that there’s already foot prints in the frost? Your pretences are painful and they say your unblinking admiration is simply not worth the cost. You’ve been here too long.  The locals are restless. Don’t falter. Don’t fall. Their hungry pace is relentless. So move on. You need to get out. You’re looking too hard. Embers are not wildfires. Sparks are not tempests. You’re running on empty. Your heart, it’s infected. Stop looking for shelter. You need the open air. Do not yearn for anything. Do not stop and stare. Ignore everything you feel. Let it go. It’s not real. You’re just afraid. There is absolutely nothing there.