Am I

The wild, the crazy, am I?

Carefree and flowing like the wind

The rush of air like the skydiver falling through space

Mothers open arms bring a welcoming embrace

Comfort, Joy, and laughter

Security found in familiar arms

Never let go

Hold fast to that anchor

Pulled apart by the locomotive gliding over steel rails

The trains whistle screams

Bringing sluggish feet to rapid motion

Discoveries transform rock into stone

Stone foundations built upon

Stretching story after story

All to begin the plunge a new

The rush of the air flowing by

Arms outstretched to embrace what comes.

Am I wild? Am I Crazy?

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