in a world where moments fall off trees like leaves in the autumn,
and time cannot seem to stay at the party long enough.
in a world where perceptions are exchanged for wonderment
and questions are always answered with more questions.
in a world where you run, and chase, and stumble
and finally let free your hands to find another orange cone.
in a world where mornings turn into grey afternoons, and grow into weary nights
and our sheets come up to our chin and we can start all over again.
in a world where we've grown accustomed to our do's and don'ts
and our neighbors are still figuring the why's and how's about us.
in a world where the ground is ever changing with dampness and color
yet the sky is a continuous exchange of predictable blues.
in a world where my thoughts seem so unique and one of a kind
someone else right now, is having the same struggle many rivers away.
in a world of 196 countries, 7 continents, 1 moon, many fish, and uncountable critters
there will never be another steph berry.
let's celebrate, lets run to another land.
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