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My feet find the way home.
My feet find the way home.
I do not need to think.
I do not need to think.
After the store closed, I counted boxes.
After the store closed, I counted boxes.
Numbers filled my head.
Numbers filled my head.
Now the street lamps glow soft yellow.
Now the street lamps glow soft yellow.
I pass the bakery with its warm smell.
I pass the bakery with its warm smell.
Then the old gate with rusted hinges.
Then the old gate with rusted hinges.
Each step unwraps the day's knots.
Each step unwraps the day's knots.
I do not rush.
I do not rush.
This road knows my tired feet.
This road knows my tired feet.
Tomorrow I will argue prices again.
Tomorrow I will argue prices again.
But tonight I just walk.
But tonight I just walk.
The path I know by heart
by @maya69