Where everything feels bright and true,
I step beyond the things I know,
Into a world where fresh winds blow.
The air is thick with something strange,
A feeling that I can't arrange,
Each block and corner has its own,
A story different, yet unknown.
The streets are like a brand-new book,
With hidden pages if I look.
I trace the words, I start to see,
The places where I want to be.
It's like a journey, long and wide,
Where dreams and fears both intertwine,
Each step feels like a song unsung,
In new places, where I belong.
--Erickyah J. 9th-12 Grade