I hope you go on a journey,
With a beautiful mind, and
Ever changing seasons;
Where hide and seek will belong
To the Sun and the clouds
And the wheels will kiss the ground
Like lips, unsure, but home bound;
Where every forward moment,
Is part of a rotation, no matter the round.
The breeze will find you, and
Lose itself in your hair, like it usually does
In nonchalance, at every chance.
I hope you find your way around the world
And realize the things, we all did,
But not from the confines of your closet,
Rather the closets belonging to nature.
And if you lose your way, remember,
Wherever you set foot, will be yours, forever.
You will take it upon yourself to forget
Who you are, and have been, or will be
The wheels will roll, and the feet - rule
Over the physical, and beyond ...
For the Earth may be round, but
There are things, beyond me and you,
Undaunted, and beyond bounds.
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