The clouds seem to limit
ambitious parents
Lost so lost
But guided like it all makes sense
The cross over from childhood
that exchange of chemicals
Those supposed goals for living
distilled in ridiculous consensus
We nod at the shores
Embarking as predictably as our parents did
Darker skies sow no seeds of relief
They promise storms in an impudent tone of voice
The friendship has grown for years
all importance was built eagerly by peers
Thunder rips and rams those clouds and pummels
Creatures of habit become furniture
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