Outer World


The swaying breeze,
Of the soft air,
Hair rustles through the wind,
Skies filled with blue and white,
Same streets, same lights,
Nothings changed,
But this is home.

Holding hands up high,
Let the sun shine,
While it's shadow follows,
A small home town,
A bigger world out there,
Exploration awaits,
And adventure expands,
Same skies,
But different locations,
Still a beautiful world,
Of scenery and different atmosphere.


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