Seasoned Stepper

Seasoned stepper, I see you.

Clouds parted ways but you still seem to stay…

What was it like before all of this?

Were moments in sepia?

Boats docked and railroads divided,

echos honk, memories haunting

Spring green grass,

now littered with expensive complexes

Shoes dusty from the dirt road,

Say life was undemanding.

We both know: that no life is simple

Watching lives go by can be exhausting when your view is forever mocking

So much wisdom but people keep walking away while you're talking

I see you seasoned stepper,

wash away the worries or else you'll be blinded