when my feet are wandering through water
and fountains are erupting around me,
the world is mine, mine, mine
I make my own wake, ripples wander
away from me and the sun warms my
clothing, all wet, no matter,
no matter, this weather suits me.
you wait for me to wander towards you,
all in my own time, willingly
when the weather, or my mood,
shifts.
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