It never occurred to me that i would love my city
Despite its isolation
And its heaving throbbing nights
Despite the drunks and the homeless
Lost and without place
Somehow i have grown fond of this place
I know it
The little side streets lined with classic designs
And little coffee shops packed with workers and young people
I know which streets and which roads blend into which streets and roads
I know where one lane ends and another begins
Its peaceful nooks and private spaces
Lit by green and grey
I know the smell
And the cars
And the shops
And the places i belong
I can walk and never be lost
I can walk from one end to the other
And know exactly where my feet take me
I have come to learn the street names and popular places
The performers and schoolkids packing the trams
Which hours are quiet and which hours to avoid
I have come to know this city as a intimately and innately as a lover
Is love the same as knowing?
Im not sure.
All i know is that i couldnt live anywhere except this city
Its beats synchronise with mine
And its air fills my lungs
And as lost as i am
I know i can always come home
