As I stand alone on Harvest Glenn Court I wonder,
What life would be like if I had never left Fuquay Varina,
I walk around the circle I once knew like the back of my hand,
I stare in awe at how much everything seems not old but new,
The smell of pine needles in the summer's air stops me,
As I remember when I was little how I used to love to climb those mountainous trees,
That beautiful three bedroom white vinyl siding house looks picked from a magazine,
Now as I open my eyes I realize I'm having yet another flashback it's not reality,
The beautiful white house isn't there as I look around,
Instead it's replaced by the fiery red brick apartment building,
No longer do I have trees to climb,
Nor the sweet smell of Pine in the summertime,
Sadly the only things I have to remember about Harvest Glenn Court are the endless daydreams my mind can't help but to replay.
