I see friends travel, 

I see friends travel, 

experience new things and

step onto foreign gravel.

They walk a different path.

My experience is less than half.

I am still a baby calf, hoping to someday be a wise and full-grown cattle.

It is about time I harnessed that saddle

and headed upstream without a paddle.

Allow this river to lead me to an open ocean where

I can let this soon-to-be ship sail.

There is still a whole world that needs to be unveiled.

My life currently lacks interesting and fine details.

This shield of a home needs to be impailed.

This will come to be and in the future I'll send exotic international

post cards to my friends in the mail.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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