I watch the ground move
Beneath my feet.
Over my head,
A sky that would have brought me to tears.
I miss it.
Diligently, I map the ground.
Staying where it's solid,
Don't veer off this concrete sidewalk.
Quickly, I move, so diligently.
The destinations blurred
Losing sight of my surroundings
Joylessly, I stay the course, so diligently, so quickly.
As the seasons change.
This is not where I want to be.
The leaves fall
The snow falls
And I f
a
l
l...
Spring, pick me up again.
Gladly, I find my way, so carefree, so slowly.
Through brush and marsh and earthly land
To find my way on my own
Alone, alone
The ground, the sky.
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