I run down David Avenue
I try to not stare at the attractions
They catch my eye, thrown off guard

I continue down Alan Street
Others keep posture as a chicken runs rampid
I feel like an intruder in a street of gold
What place is there for me here?

I turn down Jacob Road
Tourists seem to address it normally
But something tells me
There's a reason it's not a street

I waddle down Jayden Lane
The people seem so collected
They're official but comedic
They have a routine

I stride down Gage Drive
I seem to collect some composure
It's a barren place
Its simplicity leads to its charm

I start down Gabe Way
Now I seem to stand out positively
Although others can't remember
They observe every movement

I know that for how far down I may fall,
These paths return me to home
I rely on them
Homeless, they are my home
I need them

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