Walking closer down the lane,
feeling the breeze stroke my back as shivered.
Lost my head.
Lost my conscience.
Saying those rhymes that are glued in my head.

"Walking closer down the boulevard,
seeing an oak tree with gnarly powers,
get by closer it'll be ready to devour.
But, what do I see?
Aging. We age. We grow. Deal with it.

Crossing the road, passing the trees,
nevertheless, a leaf flew past and landed on my shoulder.
But, what do I feel?
Past, Present, Future. An old leaf symbolizes your past which is crumpled down but still has a few greens left.
A new leaf is your present while you're still waiting for the future.

Walking down the sidewalk,
slung my back over my shoulder.
Felt the weight pulls down on me, as I passed the housed block by block.
But, what do I smell?
Life. This brings you into a new destiny of becoming what you are today.

Now, I'm home feeling overjoyed,
feeling my legs tremble to walk.
Feeling my conscience, ALERT the noise.
But, what do I hear?
What I always wanted to hear. Everything. I hear what I want to hear.

Walking upstairs and into my room,
flopped on the bed, tired already.
Trying to stay conscious it'll leave me steady.
The sentiment of hearing of my overkill a day.
But, what taste.
Emotions. Feelings. You'll be bottled up in your feelings and emotions, that you can't see what they feel for you.





© Breanna Holton