That morning he headed out just before 5,
Without a gadget tracking him (or an app to app in),
A walk on the wild side.
And what the data couldn't show you,
Because there was none to see,
Is that life embraced him, ever so comfortably.
Filling his ears with song
And his eyes with sights.
Allowing his feet to find their rhythm
And his heart to beat just right.
It was glorious and simple.
It lived right outside his door.
So that morning he made a promise
To be a stranger no more.
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