Living on Linda Street and spending our days listening to beatsCatching bugs and playing in mudShort exhausting days and long rememberable nights and playing with kids whose parents took flight Bare feet on fresh dewy grass with hopes this feeling will lastIn the woods with trees so tall and green and bees who stung mean, To run on an abandoned dirt road fast enough to take flight and free enough to do so,These were the days I remember.Until the day I was told I was moving. Trying to escape my world and fly to the sky, Only to be caged in by the truth.  Rebelliously, I broke into an empty home to find an answer alone. The summer was close to end. I was being forced to start new again.Somewhere alien where dirt roads were covered with pavementMy new home only brought me depravement. Bugs hid from loud noises but drew close to the lightsIn a foreign place that lit up at night.A place unknown by me but known by plentyAnd crowded walkways filled with many.There were no trees, tall and green But skyscrapers towering, gray and clean.  My summer nights were over.