I know not where I wander.

Though, I can’t help but wonder

If whatever called me, mysteriously

Is also leading me to my destiny.

People tend to call me optimistic,

Overly, specifically, that is,

I don’t disagree. I see opportunity

With every step, everything I see.

I wonder what these people who pass

Surrounding my left, right, and fourth wall glass

Would think about my journey here,

My destination, to nowhere, yet everywhere.

Most who walk these streets would stress,

Feeling overwhelmed by the crowds, pressed,

Pushed around and seemingly getting further

From their goal. Wound up in a chaotic blur.

I feel the neon signs and the massive crowd

Guiding me towards my goal, clear and loud.

What it is, I don’t know,

But wherever I’m pushed, I will go.