I walk down crusty streets alone
Looking for shadows in the shade
My mind frying the possibilities
Of another grateful day
I try to make sense of what I think
I try to sort through the purple
And only fall into a rainbow
Children chirping on bikes pass
Where are the cherries pie of my own youth?
A stranger smiles
The feet ache
The somber latitude of gratitude
Of hearing you running past me in the hallways
And I'm in high school again
Wondering at the majesty of the brain
And still I walk today
Always in this moment
Because it is mine
Looking for shadows in the shade
My mind frying the possibilities
Of another grateful day
I try to make sense of what I think
I try to sort through the purple
And only fall into a rainbow
Children chirping on bikes pass
Where are the cherries pie of my own youth?
A stranger smiles
The feet ache
The somber latitude of gratitude
Of hearing you running past me in the hallways
And I'm in high school again
Wondering at the majesty of the brain
And still I walk today
Always in this moment
Because it is mine
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