Cold but tolerable

The streets began to melt

The man finally came out

And tied on his belt

Their morning coffee runs

And daily routines

Stuck in a city

That trapped all their dreams

Stumbled into the streets

Transplants from the sun

Spinning on our paths

Trying to be someone

Carving ways for opportunity

In a place that was already solid

Long before we rose

And before our folks decided

They don’t need us here

This place will never crumble

They poured concrete

On untouched garden mumbles

When we arrived

We looked for flowers

But quickly realized

We should have been collecting rocks


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