You wander like a nomad in your youth. You follow the wind, see seasons change...
And then, marvel at nature's secrets.
They tell you to stick to the lines,
But you're quite the mischievous hopper, aren't you?
With the heart of a wild child,
You laugh at all those falls.
Even with the pain, you muster up some courage.
Perhaps, the boundaries are meant to protect
But the world beyond fascinates you...
You create your own directions, The walls can't hold you back.