You vow to provide this time
Around. No more vanishing
Out of the gate, running on walls,
Strolling the rooftops, seeking
The sheer thrill of moonlit nights,
Where so many small things hide.
This time you will stay inside.
Hone yourself on furniture.
Keep a window between you
And the sky. The excitement
Only feels worth it while it
Is happening, going well.
This time you will trade all that
For the worth of one small flat.
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