Sitting here gazing at nothing my thoughts take me back to a time that I never seemed to stop When I turned on my heel, and from B and H began the slow clop. There's Clark Street, the first street I cross with nary A qualm as it intersects with Halsted and Barry. Smiling slightly I cross Wellington with a nod to the past My pace quickens, sun's rising-gotta get home fast! Hey, it's Diversey but I'm still a block away Regretting that I didn't for another hour stay Head up I keep walking, hitting Webster and-that street That I've done this for three years...some feat! Lill, Draper, Lincoln's signs I wonder should I head back toward Kingston Mines But I cross Fullerton, I'm now on DePaul's land As my feet stretch like an industrial band Hey, I've just made Webster...I'm close to the 'hood That street I first thought was Webster? Wrightwood Armitage! Automatically my head turns to the east That school where I was probably last...and least. Smack my lips and shuffle on, crossing the long streets to Willow The El tracks loom, both above and below. North and ...that street, Clybourn...where I learn the easiest way to get there? One left turn And I hit Larrabee, I've made it home, Yeah! But the elevator's broken...14 FLIGHTS OF STAIRS! And I'm an asthmatic, I mutter as my chest grows tight But I do it anyway, I scale this height Go in, lay down and regenerate my husk my face seems whiter than an elephant's tusk I wish I would move, as the sky gets light But that's a dream, I think, It'll happen again tonight Then my mind clears, and I'm home in the MN Smiling sadly at the fact these are only memories within. And walking to the door, inspiring the tide, unlocking the door, and disappearing inside.Birth sign: Aries
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