I walk the gridded streets

of this city built in grey

walls towering around me

where once the grass would lay

Which direction must I go?

This city is just a maze

no rhyme or reason I can see

just streets and streets for days.

The crowd moves fast and thick

a buzzing swarm I can’t avoid

all busy bodies in a hurry

and every one’s annoyed

A honk, a screetch, a jolt

a biker’s curse, a finger thrown

a close encounter, a hateful word

to someone barely known.

broken windows, shady deals

this place brings only fear

no solice from the hustle bustle

I don’t want to be here