sidewalk chalk and bubble gum,
sweet smells and tangled hair.
does life really ever matter
more than we seem to care?
this is the sound of sunlight and sunburns,
wishes that children make
and adults reminisce upon.
i remember tall green grass and
rough roads that i ran upon.
big green trees that bats slept in
was my hideout, my fortress, my kingdom.
and now, i have no place to lay my head.
and nowhere to call home.
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