This is the street I grew up on
riding my bike
wind through my hair
back and forth.
This was a time when days seemed to last forever
sunlight never fading
late into the night
to be awoken again to a new adventure
and a new day.
These are the streets where I have spent countless days
passing these signs
and laying down on the cool, hard pavement
counting stars.
Solitude on the edge of a city
telephone lines etched in the sky
the trees watching me grow as I grow with them
these are my steps, watch me as I go.
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