On a misty sunday afternoon,
I wander around the busy streets of my old hometown,
Searching for some sort of familiarity in all the unfamiliar eyes that meet mine,
But to no avail, I look up instead, at the sky,
The only thing that seems to not have changed over the time.

And as I look up I notice how the sun stands out in the crowd of clouds,
Yet in all its glory, it somehow manages to blend in just fine,
Unlike myself, I don't fit into these buzzing streets,
That are now filled with traffic and blaring horns,
And eager faces ready to return home....