These streetlights call out to me
Too bright that I don't even notice the moon
There turns of bridges from one road to another
But they don't bring us together, we are all drifted apart trying to live in the same city.

The routine does not change ...It is the same, be it a night, be it a day on these busy streets... Everyone is too busy trying to make a living

In these smooth roads and colossal buildings.
People live polished lives but end up lonely because
No matter how noisy and heavy the traffic is, everyone is returning to an empty house or a fulfilling home ...too busy living individual lives in this city.

© sharifah Nakinaalwa