All the dogs seem to bark as i trespass,
Treading on dirt and broken glass,
And other miscellaneous things from my past,
My shoes absorb the moisture from the dew on the wet grass,
And i wonder how much Adrenalin the sirens will bring,
If they do ring, i hope enough to get away,
To wake in my bed the next day,

As i walk, i look to the city lights,
You! May call this criminal activity,
But to me and my friends these were prime nights,
I reminisce of a time or two,
But only time will tell,
What life i choose.

Dad said i should get a life, and do what it means to be a man,
Instead of just dreaming and holding a spray can,
Whats life without expression?
I'm just a shell with no emotion,
He told me i need direction,

"Like hey, that job has good money" but comes with such a cost,
Id rather keep a flat wallet,
And how do you know you've found meaning in life when you've always seemed so lost,
I understand what i have in my hands, and i don't want to sound cliché like "man, I'm just a lost teen"
But we all think differently, and i don't want a life with routine,
Life at fifteen was so much easier,
Waiting for the evening end, to head out under the city lights,
From one place to another to end up some place else the next night.

Eating my meal at the usual fast food spot,
Public intimacy at the counter,
That love bird love,

Seeing person after person walk in,
So many memories in this very seat,
From back then,

Some moved on, some still in touch,
Those days when adrenalin was frequent,
The blood, my heart, would rush,

I still remember sitting on that hill,
In isolation staring out,
Into the stars and clouds,
Wondering what life's about,

This poem, written on a fast food napkin,
Concentration clouded,
By the noise of laughter and a screaming kid tantrum

The skate home that night,
My jacket shielded the cold from my neck,
It was 1 o'clock, no people, no cars in sight,
Except,

That one police car flying by,
Colors of blue and red,
With it sirens ringing,
Past my head.

The street lights blind my view of the stars,
When I'm roaming around with friends passing the years,
With no money, no expensive cigars,
No life long careers,  
We dine out in fast food, rest - stops,
Where the tables are sticky with soda
Eating out of a take-away box,
But never stuck on the sofa,

How are you meant to feel after school?
Do you thank the teachers for their time of reign?
But tell them it’s my time to rule,
Do you sit on a cold steel bench and reflect on the years that flew by,
Something you missed, and didn't capture,
So fast like a flicker past your eye,

Pondering rhymes throughout my exam time,
My drowsy eyes start to close,
Losing my mind,
Its time to doze,
off.

I walked under the trees,
the crunching leaves beneath my worn shoes,
past the rose bush, left abrasions on my knees,
****** and bruised,

In the Forrest i walked alone,
down the road,
in my heart i found a home,
for nature,
for every beauty,
and every danger,

on the wet rocks i tread,
kicking up the mud on river bed,
the sight of a winding road,
and dark clouds ahead,

every creeping creature,
taking shelter from the storm to come,
trees ripped and torn in the wind,
no blue, no sunshine in the distance,
funny how nature can turn to a beast in an instance.

Do you remember when we were young?
we didn't listen,
we never held our tongue,
now those times are old,
and these days are dark,
as dark as a coal miners lung,  

Through thick and thin,
we found our way,
whether it be grim,  
or just the darkening grey,
on those dim, confusing days,

We lay'd in the park,
i gazed upon the stars,
you rolled and i remember every time the lighter would spark,
everyone would share the cask,
of cheap wine,
and speak about the past
just to get the troubles out of our mind,

Those times are more valuable than anything locked in a treasury,
lost in time,
but never lost in my mind,
forever in my memory.