Time to carve myself into the remaining wild
Enough of being and acting like a child
It’s decisions that bring us to all our smiles
The pit in my soul has to caramel the miles
I’ll serve it to all who need a taste to hold
My deliciousness is a superior texture, so bold
My reconstruction is a mighty expedition
I’ll keep a look out at the horizon’s impression
The sun’s reflection will shimmer at me
Blind me a little when it’s you that I see

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