I even took for granted
the grind, the Rumbler,
and the right wrongs
that dotted my landscape,
reminding my heart of my transgressions,
only to be looked over
by me on my most merciless days.
the ways of the world won't
allow me to see
what it is to be happy
as long as I am traipsing
around with my selfish smile
for that moment in time,
replaced by another
for a different reason
a minute later, thus
forgetting everything,
especially to appreciate
the place as home.
now I can't go back
and re-appreciate the curbs,
the stoops, the stupid people,
the books that made me wonder
while I walked to the river,
just to turn around
and find adventure.
they say that youth
is lost on the young,
and I could not agree more,
because I was once young
and dumb, but more importantly,
I wish I would've stopped
and listened to home
a little longer, a little softer.