pushing the air, carving faces in the clay
trusting inner instinct, feeling glee
carry no baggage, just let it be
fighting the rains, with an open umbrella
showing a poker face to that random fella
twisting the twigs as you search for the key
enjoy the moment, just be
inviting memories with an open arm
laugh on strangers, but you mean no harm
and searching for another route to flee
or a reason to stay, just to be
watching the trees sitting in a car
thinking of friends from so far
covering the wheels, that's a real me
decorating moments, glad to be me
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