Just here to make a few friends. I'm your typical Texas boy who loves the outdoors and drives a truck. In some parts of the country they call them pickups but in Texas they're just trucks! Not into the party life, but rather hangout with a few friends.
I know what you mean. Here's one by a poet named Oswell Blakeston. Hope you like it.
In the land below the winds
a boy runs swift with gallows' feet.
He runs through tundra
stripped as bare
as any lover in your arms.
Could I still run I would
compete with the wind's
own shining feet.
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