A20:36
I walk the same street every night.
I walk the same street every night.
The shops are closed, but the lights stay on.
The shops are closed, but the lights stay on.
I know every crack in the pavement.
I know every crack in the pavement.
Tonight, the air feels heavy.
Tonight, the air feels heavy.
My mind is full of numbers and tasks.
My mind is full of numbers and tasks.
But this walk is my quiet friend.
But this walk is my quiet friend.
It asks nothing from me.
It asks nothing from me.
I look at the bakery window.
I look at the bakery window.
The bread is gone, but the smell stays.
The bread is gone, but the smell stays.
That smell takes me back to morning.
That smell takes me back to morning.
I smile a little, then walk on.
I smile a little, then walk on.
This street knows my tired feet.
This street knows my tired feet.
JA
The Same Street, Every Night
by @jack68