An orange in my pocket 

Walking down a path

I’ve never seen before

Round corners

And up hills

Roaming for hours 

With only an orange in my pocket 

Time stops
And I can’t remember what

I was even worried about

Freedom is leaving

And it’s arriving

It may be up an unfamiliar road

Travelled  single file alone

Walking circles in the heart

Finding my way home

And discovering I never left

I just forgot





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