The children head West Through the fog Into the moist, green hills Chasing their dreams Away from home Off to seek great thrills The mist surrounds them Sucking them in Out of their parents sight They're off into the wilderness The real world Birds on an inaugural flight
Reason for writing:
It's an idea that's been written about many times before.
Children leaving home.
It can be taken either literally, as kids going
off on a hike without their parents, or figuratively,
heading out away from home, into the world.
That's all I have to say about that.
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