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.
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