Suddenly, as if with new eyes I see
This place.
Having passed this way a thousand times or more,
I’m thrown into a panic,
As though lost.
These old bricks, soiled by years of existence
Must have always been this way,
Or similar, for decades.
Today, without real change,
They look so different.
When I first saw this road
They may have been clean
But can’t have been new.
Older than I am,
They’ve watched me pass
And many more before me.
Is it possible that, today,
They have seen me with new eyes?
Do they wonder if I was ever
Untarnished by time?
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