Poor decision poster child,
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Obsidian disaster aura,
Field of wild oats in full bloom,
Never slow down.
Fragrance of a youth gone wild,
Seasoned with the poise of ages,
Untamed land outside all borders,
Never settle down.
They are the storm
Outside the confines of our cage,
They are the light
Framing the bars that line our windows.
They are reminders
Some of us can still be free,
If we so dare.
