There are so many words that go said but never heard
Everything left unsaid just because you forgot the words
Holding nothing back plunging for the turns
Left for dead regretting you have never learned the curves
No fine lines in between two ends
Thinking outside those lines about which end is pretend
What is to figure out, the whispers from the wind?
No questions asked, embrace the tickles within
Inside you will always feel it growing
Fantastical brightness, the spark, the rhythm, your hearts pumping
Soon you will know there is no mountain to climb
Just an upward motion, an action toward an view, a awe moment.
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