He
Who
Talks
The
Walks
And
Walks
The
Talks
Blabbers
Talks
Makes sense
Senses shit
Walks away
When
He
Is bored
Is tired
He
Walks
Too much
Too far
Likes it
He
Perhaps
Experiences
Shit
Shit
That
He
May be
Shielding
He cuts loose
The struggle
He lets go
He
Begins to travel
As he desires
To know
More or less
Battles
The usual mess
But
On the inside
Only on the inside
Distinguishes
The real
From the surreal
He sings
About life
About bikes
About the mountains
Aloud
So that
The world could hear
About her
But on the inside
Only on the inside
He dances
To dance
Just for the fuck
He’s not good
But he dances
Jives
Not good
Street dances
Pretty good
Dancing legs
A delight
To his mind
Infectious
With his laugh
And
An asymmetric smile
Lives
In dreams
In parts
The world
For him
Has fallen
The world
For him
Fallen
Still
He rises
For him
He inspires
Himself
Admires
Life
He
Is
He
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