i was the last one with crayons.
they told me of a blistering, fostering, greening earth.
my hold so tight now - wax surrounds me.
trapse my path of then - a time when lives were kept in shoeboxes,
even though i was the last one picked in your game - i live.

your headwinds carried me away - i didnt fight,
for i didnt know what it was about then - let me run with them i promise to be careful.

there is wellness in the comfort of home.
nail biter peel it back for i, just stop i found a path.
jump the statue boy.
left at the right.