I don’t know if I’ve changed for the better or the worse

 but I’m not the same person that I’ve been. 

I don’t know what I wanted 

or got a clue that I’ve got it 

but I know it’ll never happen again 

Walking alone and feeling at home In a foreign place that I have never been

Feeling older

Feeling wiser

Roaming a sidewalk in a city that’s become my new friend 

Understanding that everyone is guessing where to step and feeling confident to put my foot forward

I am my own person and I’m not the same one that I was 

I can find my own way like all the strangers beside me

And I feel comfortable in my own skin

Navigating on my own 

I can make anywhere my home

I’ve become an adult by how I roam