Chapter Seventy-One: "Wild Child" Redux

Roots upon the ground,
listen Wild Child,
the world isn't always sound,
sometimes it's mean,
sometimes it's wrong,
but you have much to be seen,
so stay up strong.

It isn't about surviving,
it's about being tough,
sure you can try and make it through the day,
fighting what comes what may...
but listen to your gut,
I wish I had done the same,
years ago,
instead now I rot.

I see you on those days and long nights,
it reminds me of innocence,
before the fright.

And I know that you are trying to understand,
maybe some days it's harder than keeping it from slipping through your fingers...
that sand.

I used to have friends just like you,
once upon a time,
before I let him push them away,
damn Blue.

But when you and Sassy Pants are there,
the world outside no longer seems unfair.

I am trying to do better now,
and sometimes it is hard,
when one of the others,
they are playing the part.

But until one day you move on to better things,
and hopefully go after what you need in life,
maybe the others will know that someone else fought their strife.

I think we run into each other because I'm supposed to give advice,
help guide you,
so you don't make a mistake,
like me rolling the dice.

If it means I've done one good thing in this world,
can I chalk it up to doing good?
For atonement amongst the many bad I've planted,
since the very beginning,
and maybe I won't take the others for granted.

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