A Walking Poem

So I took about an hour break from studying and explored the area. It's a really nice area but this was forming through my head as they finally turned on the streetlights. Which were bright white and way too bright. While this was going through my head I tripped. I got back up right away but that made it in here too. I liked it enough I wanted to get it down before I lost it:

Streetlights

I walk along, under the streetlights.
Bright new city, strange new sites.
Strange new air, strange new nights.
And the streetlights burn.

The memories flood back of biking in the night.
Long runs in the cold, warm yellow light.
The long shadows of Fall,
That cause me to fall.

Falling over memories, falling over pain,
Falling over memories of utter loss and gain.
 I get back up like I always have
And yet its not the same.

I walk along, under the streetlights.
Bright new city, strange new sites.
Strange new air, strange new nights.
And the streetlights burn.

Different path through the streets, long rides back to home.
They look completely different from the ones I've always known.
I'll walk them still with confidence but inside I'll always know
Each step was fought for, as steps they slowly grow.

I don't know where these steps are leading me, looking for their path.
They don't know how far it is, don't want to do the math.
The lights are all on way too bright and the shadows are all wrong.
But I'll keep walking on and on, strides confident and long.

I walk along, under the streetlights.
Bright new city, strange new sites.
Strange new air, strange new nights.
And the streetlights burn.