It’s the ones who can’t run
You’ve got to watch out for.
The gimpy kid who steals
A ticket for the train,
A month in the jungle
Crashing with some cultists,
A couch in the Highlands,
A flight to Montana,
A sod roof down under,
A remote pond in snow—
That one’s willing to fail.
Pure escape is the Grail.
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