Right off of their trees,
Stages fell and canoes flew,
All without much warning,
And I stood out there for a brief moment,
To feel the wind on my face,
Which was glorious, until I thought,
About my current place,
Of responsibility that I have,
To my family.
I can't stand out among the lightning,
Because it's not just me,
It's others, now, alright?
I'm not just myself,
And it takes a little twist of thought,
To keep that off the shelf.
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