Pedestrian Power

As far back as my memory extends,
I’ve liked to be in my own room, within
my home. But I soon learned my joy depends
on leaving to return to origin.
Appreciation rests on change, and spends
in wasting sediment. What’s more, I win
real ownership of where I put my feet.
So even now I willing take the street.

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