My feet carelessly slam onto the pavement.
I half-expect to see it cringe before each plod.
My stride is relentless and propelled by a dark,
But comfortable past.
My steps are firm and unchanging,
But new scenery has given my pavement breath.
I'm questioning my whereabouts, now.
"Am I lost?" I whisper, mostly to myself.
Each step is wearing my once impenetrable surface.
I have forced him to crumble beneath me.
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