blaaaaame it on the illicit activities.

gathering like sheep,
the pot-smoking booze drinking leaders of tomorrow
celebrating the hell of a ride that is

a well-rounded, structured childhood.

water like glass, leaves on fire

there's nothing I adore more,
than the air in my face,

wind at my back,

as I hurtle down the streets and avenues
of my teaspoon-sized world.

" careful there, look both ways before you cross the road "