Driving by in the fall and seeing the houses of the less fortunate
and realizing how lucky i really am.
Driving by in the spring and seeing the houses of the wealthier then I
and i start to dream about what could never be.
Driving by in the summer and seeing the trees,
beautiful and full of gorgeous leaves.
Driving by in the winter and finding beauty
in the baren lifeless trees all around.
Driving by and finding the real me.
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