I'm a force made up
of cereal boxes
And milk bottle tops.
Sometimes I grab you
by the lapels
Of the suit you wear
Each day -
The one that transports you
A little further from your youth
Every time you clock on.
I'm a gust of wind
Made from non-handed
bike rides, summer holidays
And never-ending things.
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