It is that time again

It is that time again.

I’m going back where I once was.

A child, lost in a city so big,

with secrets, dark alleys, dreams galore

I had a dream, to stay

But I woke up, far away

and now it is that time again

I go back to the streets I love and loathe

to the city I mention in awe

a place I am afraid of

I’m not alone

my faithful companion

walks by me stride for stride

to conquer the fear

to enjoy the beauty

to love the city that breathes love

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