Preston Jones

Day After Day

Day after day, I travel these hills.

Stark meadows in between,

I walk my way.

Independence strengthens,

Only to fulfill.

My identity,

Slowly as it lays.

I walk my way.

Colors stand out,

As I fade away.

With my built in gray,

I walk my way.

The many eyes

Whom compliment the sky.

Pay no attention,

As I walk my way.

Euphoric rain,

Tears from up high.

It’s what I say goes,

Not you.

Welcome to my world,

Now I’m through…

Sometimes I struggle finding my place in the world.  When I am walking, it aids my search for who I am.  With graduation nearing, I am in a battle of independence and dependence with my family.