The frequent assault of our feet
Has beaten a path through the grass
To the lot at the end of our street
Where the street cleaner empties out trash
It’s there that we’re likely to find
A candid conclusion or two
Or three if I’m in my right mind
Though outings like that are so few
The dogs tend to sniff all around
While I let my brain wander free
And sometimes they scratch at the ground
As I’m digging deep inside me
Occasionally I set the course
More often I’m just dragged along
Which could be a cause for remorse
But that’s how you learn to be strong.
Are You Reading Me?
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