Now I myself
don't see me as anything special.
How could I? When I'm in
the same position as you.
All the other children
that do this too.
And I'm just lucky that my life
has taken root somewhere.
I've gone up and down
and inhaled the coastal airs.
My own life covers
what won't be touched by some.
Those who wouldn't be thankful
for something like this.
And even if I don't have my own
place to call my hood, just know
I'm breathing in the winds of worries.
Hooded, unfazed, and cozy.
I'm strolling down the Earth real slow,
taking trips to all my homes.
A smile's on my face, you know me
Hooded, unfazed, and cozy.
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