The adventure is laid out before you,
Like a table overflowing with the
Finest delicacies. A thousand new
Experiences wait so patiently
For you to take them on, make them your own,
To grow and be enriched in heart and soul,
Then come back home to find you are alone,
That those who stayed behind simply extoll
The virtues of exploring this great world
While staying locked inside their golden cage.
You are open, outstretched, while them are curled
Into themselves, unable to engage.
You'll outgrow them, and you'll outgrow me, too.
I weep, because I cannot be like you.
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