In the City, On My Own
I was all alone,
But I felt happy and peaceful,
As I looked out the window and saw a beautiful seagull,
I wasn’t looking at my phone.
The boat was rocking back and forth,
It made me feel a little dizzy but I was okay;
I was going into the city by myself today.
It was my first time, of course.
At this moment I felt old;
Like I was on my own.
Just me and the city.
I had no hand to hold,
And for this I felt grown,
As I strolled carelessly through a town unexplainably pretty.
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