A Stroll
Walking down the street,Looking at the world as it is,
Walking past people and houses,
Analyzing what I see and beleive,
Caught in my own world,
A guy trying to speak to me,
No idea what he wanted,
So far away I just kept walking,
I wonder what he thought was wrong with me,
Children playing on a playground,
Remembering the old when I used to do that,
My walk goes on,
No destination or purpose,
Walking so far,
Suddenly I realize it's time,
Time to turn around and go back,
I love it when that happens..
Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2009-03-25 at 16:51
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