across miles of empty desert
and deep in dark spooky woods.
boys have sent themselves to the moon
and even made it back to tell their friends.
they've built little boats
and sailed them across entire oceans
just to say they could do it.
boys have covered themselves in painful tattoos
and lost flesh and nerves
in bike crashes and car wrecks,
and boys are ever so proud of it.
but if a boy can do all these things,
with what appears to be relative ease,
why does talking to that one pretty girl
still seem so fuckin' scary?
probably because a boy knows
in one way or another
it'll be worth it.
adventures are always worth it.
