Finding and losing in story's untold

I stroll through the city feeling incomplete,
Where the wind whispers, soft and sweet.
My thoughts fleeting, like the passing breeze,
They come and go with such graceful ease.
In the sea of faces, I find my way
Each visage holds memories, a display.
My memories linger, briefly, then depart,
Into the city's dance, a melody of the heart.

I recall the concerns that trailed me from home,
over me the the cloud formed a dome
I wanted to let go
release my thoughts into the flow.

I was exiled,
a wandering child,
through the maze of my mind
and it’s chaotic design

How far away now seems the Catastrophe,
The only thing that remains is the Symphony.
I feel in the quiet streets,
on my arms the gentle heat.

I don’t recognise the streets anymore,
I gaze at the trees, their rustle imitates the shore
They stand, soon to be naked but tall,
Losing all their leaves during fall.
My eyes shift down, to where my steps tread,
One after the next, a path to be spread
In each, a mystery unfolds,
A journey uncertain, a story to be told.

A drifting soul, as dusk turned gray,
In shadows deep, where echoes play.
A quest for self, until dawn holds sway,
In the labyrinth’s heart, I lost my way.

A soul embarks, on paths unknown,
framed by the towering walls of stone
A pause in the discord of sound,
In the chaos, serenity was found.

I traced my steps, to where life meets,
and found myself in the streets.