I am on the sidewalk
looking at the morning sky
gray and cloudy,
raindrops fall
the ground no longer dry
still I take a walk each day
with water on my forehead and hair
footprints mingle with the mud
the moment I'm not standing there
walk on these streets with me
there is no trouble brewing
all alone,
no one to see
to tell me how I'm doing
I stare down at the cement
then lift my head again
to see where I am going
direction is my friend
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