As I Skip over the concrete that seemed like it has survived many earthquakes in its bygone era 
I wave and say good morning 
To the drunk guy who wakes up to beer and ends the night to beer.
As I greet him I know I'm disregarding 
The advice my mom gives me every morning before she goes off to another day at the lab. 
I notice the uncomforting bugs invading human property if only they knew 
They were crawling into their death.
I turn the corner and admire the unsymmetrical shaped house and glance at the left part of the roof 
That failed at meeting the right part because the left part was lower than the other.
Heinus smells from different houses intimidating my nostrils but I deal with it 
Because this route to school is always new.