I've found this tiny poem in my old paper diary (sometimes when i had to waste my time at boring school lessons, i entertained myself by writing poems), if i remerber right it was written during a dull test in Chemistry
So here it is:
While you have your earphones and some music there
You have a piece of freedom, walking anywhere
Every summer blossom is a part of you
Every well-known highway is becoming new.
Picturesque industrial corner of the world
I have always known it, but have never told
With my eyes wide open and my soul wide shut
Walking down these dirty roads, which have called my heart.