I was the last one with crayons.
They told me of a blistering, fostering, greening earth.
My hold so tight now - wax surrounds me.
Trapse my path of then - a time when lives were kept in shoeboxes,
Even though i was the last one picked in your game - i live.
Your headwinds carried me away - i didnt fight,
For i didnt know what it was about then - let me run with them i promise to be careful.
There is wellness in the comfort of home.
Nail biter peel it back for i, just stop i found a path.
Jump the statue boy.
Left at the right.