The bigger the city, the smaller I become.
When I humbly greet, nobody answers;
They just glance at me and wish me eternal stealth.

I am like a ghost or an unbidden guest,
Where false judges lose their power,
And closing eyes approach the game.

When day and night appear the same,
Caused by the stars from the windows of houses,
Time no longer holds its own fate.

I’m trying to find myself,
In a place where I mean nothing to others,
And only to myself.

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