Drove into town
My thoughts were sailing
The thin region between the sea and hill
I adjusted the car, aiming it into a park
marked out with driftwood
A twelve year old popped out
Smiling with a prepared speech of gratitude
So alive it could make an older person feel dead
Was it just a ruse to make us cough up more spare change?
I wished it were true so that the universe would make more sense
But the wild authenticity of the child shook the bounds of normalcy
My mind's default questioning left a sour putrid flavor in my mouth
I licked the inside of my own cheek and realized it was cynicism
Some like this one just love life
Love helping and making the world just that degree more brighter warmer
Then they become dull and skeptical and interpret it as wit or smarts
This young human being released overpowering positive energy
Told me to park in a straight line and to enjoy my day
I was still speechless and asking myself
was it infact just spirited advice
or some incredible blessing
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