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