The BuMpY gravel beneath 

my feet 

Rocks crashing on shoes I've beat

Walking along the path, where my school will meet.

Without the slightest thought I know my way home

Like the back of my hand

Knowing all to well the colors and cracks

The daily walking of neighborhoods.

The meeting of people.

The feeling of faces.

The wandering of places

The dog chases

Sounds of gun ranges.

Looking to the future, I know I have moved on

But the past still holds my heart

Knowing time will never go back

I have grown older and erased that time of my life

Like waves in the ocean pulling me down.

The rabbit hole I often find myself in

Like Alice I wonder wheres my land

But forward is the path and I must get back.

Forever holding the memories I have.

On the street of michigan ave.