i am sitting in a bus and wondering
why the same city makes me feel different
the same city lights with their drowsy glow
the same city sounds with their silent drone
that day
the hues blur on
as if nothing ever stops for me
nothing for me to hold on
i am on my own in this tiny city
with lights that blind me and sounds that drown
homes are literal apartments
school is where i go for the rest of the time
but the other day
i admire the hustle
every street is alive
with thousands of tiny universes living in every corner
giving life to the city art
i'd rather fall asleep with earphones on
without deciding between the two
YOU ARE READING
things that come and go: poetry of a city
Poetry- ̗̀ in this city you are always halfway home ̖́-
