Torn between ROAD and GRASS

Well, I was walking down the street today on my way home. The yellow neon bus speeding away. All was quiet expect for the CRUNCH CRUNCH under my feet. The birds were tweet tweeting away, and i heard the distinct laugh of toddlers laughing in the background. The air smelt like fresh cut grass. And, Ladies and Gentleman, this is when i got very opinionated..! Fresh cut grass? I looked down at my black tennie's and looked past them at the cross between road and grass. Why do you smell grass when you cant smell the concrete unless you get on all fours and press your nose into the ground? Well, because the grass floats in the air doesn't it? That's what I was content with. But then I looked back down and saw that, yes, there was alot of peices of grass that could be floating through the air, but then i looked at the road and saw there was also alot of pebbles and dirt on that. So, now I am just contemplating on the two. Trying to figure it out.

Yes, my ladies and gents, this is what I have to deal with each and everyday. Argueing with myself over the dumbest things like grass, or sky, or whether I should climb a tree, or make chalk art. It's hard being me. -sigh-