Free as a boy playing by a well
Danger and excitement to him it is joy
No fear the entrapment of risk
Weighs not on his mind
Tomorrow is today
He lives simple no pausing
The cause of decision is not precise like a medical incision
Full of creativity often dismissed as a wild child
He laughs at adults afraid once they step outside
What mysteries can he tell
Let us look inside the well
A velocity transponds
The young boy did fell
What of life can past by
As he surely will die
Does he have regret or follow the ride
Young in spirit
He rejoices to live then to die
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