I’ve made the roads mine.
Simply by starring at them.
My steps are full of life.
So are the bare trees I pass.
My heart claims what I behold.

The minutes are mine too.
I write away with them.
Without finding words that rhyme with life.
My mind lets thoughts of colleagues and cousins pass.

I deny their existence.
No one says, ‘your earrings are nice’
Yet, I’m cheerful
I still have some claim on the grass…