Nov 3, 2023
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When I roam without purpose, I transform within, Awkward feelings bloom, new visions begin. Sidewalks cradle me, rain's gentle embrace, The air invites reflection, in its vast, open space.
In aimless wanderings, I shed my old skin, An ice cream vendor's tune, I hear, yet stay within. Not the same, you'll perceive in me, In this odyssey of wandering, I'm truly free.