I thought I was safe here,

So far from the truth,

I see myself lying,

To escape my own youth.

A fragile thing,

You should take care,

It’s an instance in life,

As solid as air.

You think it’s okay,

Turn your back to the wind,

It catches up to you,

And it won’t start again.


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