sometimes storm
and a boy is terrified.

sometimes calm
and a boy feels safe and sound.

sometimes sweet
and the tongue dangle with drools

sometimes stale
and a boy dreads to belch

sometimes up
and low lands lay lower down

sometimes down
and above forever far

sometimes there's neither this nor that
that's when a boy circles the past

move on, boy!


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