Sometimes I sit and I wonder what I would be with out my thunder
My parents are who I look towards
They are the ones who continue to pull my rip cords
Like a micro machine I zip forward one look at them I see something to live for
Time flys by when I sit at school,
Every return home my parents age like wooden stools
It’s funny to me because they still look young,
I hope this is the fate that I am sprung
Energy from them I receive
So I will continue to push forward I will not recede
Nope no transplant here head still hairy
Call me Clark Kent sun drawn energy, I’ll be krypton destined cleary
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while i was living in salt lake city, i made a trip home to visit and really noticed a difference in how much my little sister had grown.