Graze Through Your Life

5/24/15

Traveling through this concrete map

I've never seen this place before

But I swear it might of came up down the block I came from

The buses squeeze me in with all these strange strangers

I've never seen this person before

But their scent reminds me of my teacher in third grade

I'm licking this creamy ice

My sweater is in my back pack

The shoes I'm wearing, wear away with every step

Excuse me as I graze through your life

Leaving treads of snail-like slime

The rain with come

It will soon wash it

Until next time

Do I smell like something from your past?