I must be a daydreamer.
Wandering under the sun and longing
to be back to the cold mornings
with birds welcoming me.
The stillness roaming the streets like a drone,
soring to capture the moments that are craved.
In a daze time and time again
and putting everything into it
by being present enough to see the clouds exploring
and evolving
and changing.
Where's the ground now a days?
Only concrete swamps surface the city
and I belong in the dirt.
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