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Idealism, Hayden Turley
HAYDEN TURLEY, 12 Someday I hope to run away Before the moon and stars make room for the day. Stealing past the neighbors’ house Into the early morning haze. Money and destination matter not, This journey does not require any plot. Maybe I’ll end up by the sea And sail forever on a gilded yacht. I will not let my parents know Of when I’ll leave or where I’ll go. I know they want what’s best for me But I must leave as the wind must blow. And so I’ll set off on my trip In some run down truck or on a ship But then I think to myself suddenly “What will I do if I get hungry?”
