As I walk my streets

And feel the pavement under my feet

I wonder which is my way.

Which path I should take

To make or break

My world.

If the “sky's the limit”

And the ground is the bottom,

How will I ever reach the sky

If I never learn how to fly?

Then I feel the ground leave my feet

Maybe my feet will never meet

The ground again

Isn’t that the way it was meant to be?

I’m at the top looking down

I look down and frown

Why haven’t I helped my own streets,

So they could leap with their feet

And touch not my ,but our sky.