because without the possibility of being arrested you lose some of the adventure

poetry

when i was younger
i dreamed dreams of bigger things
and wilder places

but today (though my dreams were small)

i rode through mud, poop, and tarmac
around a prison
and was nearly bit by a sketchy dog
i stood 100 feet from a jet airplane
and no one knew i was there

fearing being arrested i returned home

when i was younger
the dreams i dreamed
were so much smaller than the
dos i do

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