I know better than
To stay in
Just play in the sand
When the storm hits
Quantify the bits
Planted trees sway
Still I'm okay
Swept up and away
All's well
In the whirl
Of flying chairs
Smeared ice cream
Called me upstairs
And down the stream
The current knows
Better than stillwater
For when the wind blows
Not much else matters.
©noodle
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