The Grand Escape
the ride of our lives was,
on our way to an amusment park,
out in the wooded area, we saw exotic birds pass the vehicle,
multi-colored flowers sprouting on the curb, insects in their imago,
just pure excitement. As my fingers goes down the window,
visualizing each creature on my fingertips,
taking its sweet little time, it climbs up and down before these creatures
begin to fly, in search of a new land to go to,
like us, we may never come back again,
seeing this first hand, remembering all that pass,
through my eyes, is enough realization to sink inwards to my brain,
that this landscape, is the place to release your mind,
The Grand Escape.
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