kept in concrete

standing on the corner

feeling the wind on my face

little flecks of rain

& I could go west go south

forward or back

stay here for a little while more

the choice is mine to make

& somewhere is calling

time to find my way home

thinking of times my feet

were not mine to control

stuck in places times

feeling nothing but alone

when freedom was just a word

for others to throw like a stone

while they kept me in concrete

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