Concrete,
Concrete,
Concrete,
There's no people.
Street,
Street,
Street,
There's no cars.
There's stars,
There's nature,
There's the cold wind hugging my bare arms.
Every step is a luxury.
Every step is a privlage.
Every step is an advantage.
I don't want to stop and rest.
I don't want to slow down or speed up.
I don't want to catch a ride.
I want to go,
Keep going,
Never stop.
I want to get away from the past,
And keep walking to the future.
And for every single step I take down these long, empty roads,
Is another step of freedom.
Is every step a luxury?
Is every step a privlage?
Is every step an advantage?
I don't know, and I don't care.
Because right now,
I'm happy,
I'm free,
I'm me.
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Flower Poetry
PoetryPoems but titled after flowers that matches the theme or underlying message of the poem Check out my other poem books! "Book of short stories/poems" And consider following my Tumblr, @CreativityInTheMind where I also post my poetry and short storie...
