Born and raised

Far from the place

I would call my comfort

A stranger in my hometown

Visiting from a concrete haven

These streets I memorized

Get harder to walk

On my last stroll

I hope to get lost

And stray from the road

Maybe discover something new

A small redemption

To bring me back once more

But my soles will probably never touch

Anything other than gravel

SWD 05/2017

Updated 12/2019