Future

Location

the air, the sound, the breeze, the smell

    for years it’s the same as far as I could tell

 

the people, the stores, the music, the city

    leaving these things behind is truly a pity

 

but change is inevitable and the future is near

    I must take a couple more steps forward without any fear

 

the air, the sound, the breeze, the smell

    this new place gives so many opportunities, there’s no time to dwell

 

the people, the stores, the music, the city

    a sense of what’s new to me is surprisingly pretty

 

the new is exciting, but the old will be missed

    never forgotten but new opportunities I will persist

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