I ride the wind down the streets
Stepping on rocks on the road that makes me tumble and roll
"It's rough!" My companion, Simon said
We rode our boards, twist and turn
Across the streams and back on the streets
"We are going on a voyage!" He exclaimed
There comes a splitting wall right in front of us
"Au revoir!" Simon disappeared into the other side of the wall
This could be the last of our meeting
The last of our freedom
Simon took my hand and drag me out of my window
No one would wish us Bon Voyage
But it's enough, knowing that we are on a journey together, no matter how short it is
Soon the people found us
They took Simon away and took me back to my parents
Simon gave me a knowing smile
And that was the last time I met him
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