Everywhere
Some days I’m happy,
Some, not so good.
That is, I’m a rock.
I’ve been everywhere,
I’ve been a volcano,
I’ve been bulleted through the sky by slingshots called hands,
I’ve drowned,
in the water of floods.
I’ve tanned in the sun,
I froze in the rain.
I’ve been everywhere.
I’ve done everything.
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