what are your thoughts on this poem?

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The wheat looks beautiful this time of year
fields golden brown and lively
fireflies signaling everywhere
guiding us to our eternity
the road is endless and snaking
through those oak trees and ponds
I see a chance worth taking
nowhere to go, were like vagabonds
Grown up and responsibility seem so far away
were where we are here and now
to us tomorrow is always a day away
were here and were now
 
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