Happy young girl
Boy at her side
Locked and geared up
For the entire ride.
They chanced on a hill
Then crashed one good time
But felt themselves move
So onward they drive.
"Oh no," she says.
"What, love?" he asks.
"The cliff is ahead!"
She shouts and he laughs.
"Cliffs or canyons...
Oceans or skies...
I'm getting us through this,"
He promises...but lies.
Ideas are ideal,
Reality is real
The boy moves ahead
With pitiful zeal.
Today now they sit
And drown in the tide
The happy young girl
And boy at her side.
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