In a tangle of streets where the shadows play,
I wander alone as the sun drifts away.
The skyline looms tall, a jagged embrace,
Yet each face that I pass wears a veil of haste.
Cobblestones whisper beneath my unsure feet,
Their stories unravel in echoes discreet.
A busker’s soft song flutters high on the breeze,
As laughter and chatter converge in the trees.
Neon lights flicker like stars that have fallen,
Painting the alleyways, beckoning, calling.
The scent of warm spices wafts thick in the air,
A swirl of the unknown, an invitation rare.
I dodge the swift cars, the clang of the trains,
With hearts beating wildly through currents and drains,
Sidewalks stretch far, a maze made of stone,
In this city of strangers, I feel quite alone.
Yet, each moment reveals a new wonder, anew:
An artist, a poet, each weaving their view.
A marketplace bursts into colors so bright,
Where the rhythm of lives dances well into night.
Subdued are the whispers of fears long held tight,
Here, lost in this city, I find my own light.
For in every corner, a story awaits,
To join in the chorus that time orchestrates.
I gasp at the beauty, let go of the chase,
As I lose myself, I find a new place.
For cities may clasp us in labyrinths grand,
Yet within the unknown, I learn to expand.
So, guide me, dear streets, where the unfamiliar chimes,
As I wander the echoes of strangers and rhymes.
Lost in this city, a symphony spun,
Each step a new chapter, a life just begun.
Copyright@Christopher Todd Drummond
