Running wild
Long country road
without a noise
No cars in site
just a bunch of boys
The trees shade both sides
on a warm summer day
are they right or wrong
it's any area of gray
No tasks
No masks
No rules they are following
Just being themselves is harrowing
Forming a triangle like geese
there's no where they're trying to reach
They want to be free
to be left alone
to learn how to grow on their own
None of them know what lies down that road
but learning to be free
is the best kind of mold.
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