Oh the places you'll blow!
Winds they do go
Oh the places you'll wash up!
Rivers doth flow
Beasts from which you'll flee
Meals which will call
Gravity impels
Oh the places you'll fall!
Bruises to earn
Boons that stumble upon
Oh the sunshines you'll feel!
When that orb should permit
Oh the stars that you'll see!
Should clouds faithfully submit
And the people!
Some will attract
Others repel
Hold on with good grip
As the humans impel
Oh the stories you'll be written into!
Without your consent
Narratives long
Stories short
Of tragedy
And triumph
You'll end up in them all!
So feel the breeze
Worry not what to stow
For if the places will have you
That's where you'll go!
Roman Ryan 