You are given a short text as a title. Your task is to generate a poem as output that is related to the given title and should feel like written by kids. The output should be a run-on sentence (two or more complete sentences connected without any punctuation). The poem should not be too long or too complex, because it should feel like it is written by younger person without high level of literature education.

[EX Q]: Doors in Texas
[EX A]: i have a how many side s it have be four it have a job it wo n't be rob it's not soby it's not coby it's as perfect a lense it's clean than twin it do n't need a tow it's in a row door

[EX Q]: friends are...
[EX A]: freinds be sweet freinds be nice we always eat treets if we can pay the price

[EX Q]: Into the Wild
[EX A]:
into the wild run free with a sense of pride that burn in me and in the valley behind rush water take it toll of all the creature and thy soul the wind distraught and mystifying compose it vow to the sky to whom be die to never leave thee abandon in shame for it life be come to a destine immortal end our life be counter to be forsake without the untamed wind in our life we would be nothing more than an empty forest that never shall be awaken with no bramble barrier it be of no use to explore our world would have no purpose for there would be no a'reasona anymore a black hearted crow stand frigid and lean a menacing glare upon his face scrounge through useless waste thwart that he be a greedy stare catch my glimpse a i lay a bare a formless flower shall nurture in peace project to be anxious of a place fill with memory of the decease an innocent dew rest silently upon the flower daze for the flower be lose in a world of unfulfilled dream soon to be slain life it be conquer by mana's rise power to create new difficulty in which we have but no choice to devour we mustna't run from our true destiny embrace to what our future cast to close the open door lead to the past to unlock our fear and triumph over them to build up our life sturdy and strong like a rosea's stem fill with no doubt of the reminiscence we shall continue to be free and never again live in the pasta's existence by mikaela t