I am an outcast in this little city,
 I enjoy long walks.
The people, they are always so carried away,
rushing around in their little metal monsters,
That they forget how great it feels to take a breather.
The freshness in your lungs,
Feeling the cool fall air on your face,
Absorbing the vibrant colors off the trees,
And letting your brain wonder, but not think.
Just breathing it all in.