I looked down at my feet,
I heard the pounding upon the blacktop,
a gassy ball of fire beating on my back.
I felt alone,
at peace.
But yet a good feeling was emerging from my mind
and I was thinking to myself
that when you are lonesome
many thoughts can gather and form knowledge.
And there I was, the blacktop life the heart beat of life.
The sun as life's light.
My past in mind,
my future ahead of me.
Alone. Just me to gather my thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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