Run amok until you tire and lament
When so, run right back
To me
For you never left
You need not ring the doorbell
Walk right in
Holler for a coffee
I will make one for you
Teach you to make one for yourself too
And you will say it's pointless
When you dance to the loud music
Trying to bury my presence
Numb it
Remember, the music will stop
At some point
Yet I would not
I will wave my hands
Gesture as one calls a child
Run to me, I will hold you
Make you feel comforted.
Know
Fly
Stay steadfast
Godspeed
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