Heart beat is the rhythm today
sheets of music fly following a blind breeze.
When naked feet saunder
your mind tends to wander
Under the Jerusalem sun.
So says a young bright boy
as he sits
under a busy underpass
Cold and happy, leaping for humbleness.
Leaving long and lonely footsteps
on a hardcover book.
Bright only in saturated standards
being of course from the small town of the state.
How far he has wandered today,
Lost in his own hindering selflessness
peers long lost in his peaceful wake.
Words fly off the page at his peeping eyes,
but others aren't so kind.
Loud crashes of sewer grates high above him
cringe his faithful thoughts.
On the road again they say, and he picks up his
things.
A backpack, and a loose leaf binder,
Loose thoughts on a strictly lined page.
Tyed as tight as his mothers patience
and worn as beautiful as his lover's jeans.
Heartbreakingly simple, his life is thrown in the bag.
Drawn to the concrete,
Lovable and true.
True as the skyline i suppose,
Because if one really knew.
Stray minds run the tracks
of the crowded city streets.
Thighs pumping and minds racing.
If one only knew i suppose
Peace is every step.
He closes the book,
and starts the slow walk back to town.
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Submission Name: Worn as lover's jeans
