There was a day in the summer
It was warm, with a breeze
I had gone to the park that day, but had forgotten my shoes
I remember sitting in a yard,
Making bouquets out of common flowers
There was a path next to that yard,
Black and on a sunny day it would sparkle under my flip-flops
Traveled so many times, my escape
No matter how many years passed, how I changed,
The path would stay the same
I met new friends, lost old friends,
I traveled the path all the same
I knew a girl who lived just off that path
We traveled it together many times
It turns out that the path was leading to her all along