Tytuł: FIRST RECOLLECTION

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My first recollection is a day in December
  black iron steam engine covered in ice
  like some Precambrian monster
  moaning and snorting
  Nothing was ever going to beat that beast
  in a fair fight
  
  I've sat and watched the woodpiles
  grow through the summer
  now I'm sitting, smelling summer burn through the fall
  Winter's coming on, days getting dreary
  and I'm thinking this is the season
  that I leave you all
  
  I've heard a man in crisis
  falls back on what he knows best,
  a murderer to murder
  a thief to theft
  And I don't want you to think
  that this is some kind of deathbed confession
  but run is what I did when put to the test
  
  My first recollection is a day in December
  747 tracing lines through the sky
  like some old gypsy curse
  silently preying upon the dreams of those
  who jealously watch life pass by
  
  I've sat and watched my troubles
  pile through the summer
  now I'm sitting, hearing my youngest cry
  down the hall
  Winter's coming on, days getting dreary
  and I'm thinking this is the season
  that I leave you all
  
  I've heard that the son must bear
  the burdens of the father
  but it's the daughter that is left
  to clean up the mess
  And I don't want you to think
  that I'm asking for absolution,
  but run is what I did when put to the test