i walk this trail
a path from my past
past the old park
near your old house
i walk this old path
now i walk fast
with my hat
pulled down like a mask
i hide from suburbia
big and sunburnt burbia
tv dinner reality show mania
running past swimming pools
shaded peaceful areas
cheering teen america
blonde beauty i was never
ethnic beauty so unwanted
scary to the masses
i think now, its ok where i am
glad its not where i was
with you then
stuck in homogenous
ville
you were stronger, you were ok
i was not
i wanted more
you showed them
to my amazement
you showed me
to my face
and still i know
somewhere deep down
that fabulousity was mine first
always was me, not you
despite the road you took
despite my gut
my lack of will
your perseverence
for somehow you figured it out
while i was still gloating
and my coming may be late
but i believe it will be there
and it will be bright
if only i were able to go to new york
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