Buildings never thought to exist only 50 years ago surround me,
I cross paths with other brothers & sisters of life;
As they walk their path, sleep on their path, run to try and find a new path.
I’m not great at running,
but I know I’m walking faster than ever before.
It’s not like the days of my teen years,
Tired of routine after only a week or something ridiculous.
But as I try to keep in this increased pace,
I’m looking for a genuine change-
The kind of change that once it’s made,
it’d be like pulling teeth to change it.
I’m surrounded yet alone,
Known only unto myself.
And I find it,
This calmness has escaped me for some time,
But it feels so familiar
much like a favorite shirt or long awaited embrace.
Even as I type now,
it’s hard to describe exactly what is happening.
The busy streets of a city are my home,
wherever I may roam.