Tall structures; so many people. I feel like an ant. In a hurry to get to a destination, but in reality I can’t.

Anxiety seeps in, patience is tested. Wishing last night I had rested.

So many different faces; so many different places; people don’t understand what space is.

Yellow taxis swerving through the traffic; trying to make a living. Bright lights and huge signs; a pretty busy place to live in.

Lots of sounds; can’t hear a pin hit the ground. Lost my wallet, but was never found.

Homeless begging on the corner for change; looking for a park to relax in, but none seem to be within range.

Buses stop and go; where is the destination? No one really knows!

Horns are constantly pressed; different types of music blaring, damn all this commotion is giving me such a heavy feeling.

Prostitutes walking; perverts gawking. Not a place I want to be. Someone’s talking I stop and look, but they are not talking to me.

Unfamiliar territory; not willing to settle. I’ll stick to my country ways where I can feel the warm sun hit my face and my soul always feels settled.