I pace on grass
Jump walls
and climb hills
Why do I move in such a way?
Why don't I walk on paths already made?
I've seen those who can't
Feel the soft ground under their feet
See the view from the top of a hill
Or take the impact from landing
I walk, run, climb, and race
Because there will come a time
Where the hills will grow
and the curbs will roll
no longer able then
I will walk on paths
already made
by me
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