Pacing, tracing, ‘round and ‘round.

I moved croucching in my pit.

When all at once, I heard a voice; a sound.

I quickly shielded my face, from the oncoming spit.

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but I was wrong

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Instead, I saw a hand,

groping through the darkness.

Still I cowered, a crab in the sand.

till you spoke with kindness.

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Then I was lured out.

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There is a world so much larger than my own.

Beyond these known woods, that known stone.

Before now, all I ever had was fleeting glimpses.

The breifest glances... between the elipses.

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... but having it all laid out before me.

I stand awed.

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So many places, so much to see.

Too little time, to pay off the fee.

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So let us embark, with what time we have,

All these things I wish to see with you.

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Walking among the vendors, selling their wares.

Being outsiders, catching their curious stares.

All the while laughing,

because they don’t know...

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We didn’t come for the shopping.

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Racing the wind, along the great atlantic.

Flying along, the pace grows frantic.

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Enjoying how it feels...

to be free.