lacksidaisical whimsy flight
o'er treetops and through sunshine rays
poetry in motion, undying devotion
and feeling so utterly happy
grinning ear to ear through
pleasant waking dreams;
wondering, if you pinch,
will they be gone?
Each day, to be taken as it comes
no more self-torture is allowed
flitting between the pure innocent
and the other?
all things in time, even decisions!
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