47: Remembering a Street

[jon_chaisson]

After a month or so I failed to find my place
The streets looked the same as I'd expected
But they went off in strange directions
And the destinations weren't close at all

I wandered those streets a lot during that time
Trying to figure out which one was my own
Convinced these rain-slicked, darkened streets
Were the right ones despite the apperance

But after awhile I'd come back to where I started
Back in that one-room cave of surfaces and sounds
Of lights left on and images of influences
And I'd hide behind the wall of music and sleep

Years later and I'm remembering a street
The one I'd forgotten so long ago
Starting from the beginning again
And making my way back home

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