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This city's my canvas, a story to play.
#LostCityBlues
Concrete canyons, a maze of steel,
Towers pierce clouds, a world surreal.
A million faces, a rushing tide,
But none familiar, nowhere to hide.
Street signs whisper in tongues unknown,
Buskers' melodies, a lonely drone.
Shop fronts glimmer, a vibrant sheen,
But hold no comfort, a stranger's scene.
Footsteps echo, a hollow beat,
Heart whispers questions, lost and incomplete.
Where do I belong in this concrete sea?
A tiny island, yearning to be free.
But wait, a flicker, a bakery's glow,
Warmth in the window, a place to go.
The scent of coffee, a comforting sigh,
Maybe belonging can bloom nearby.
The city's a puzzle, with pieces to find,
Kindness a corner, a map in my mind.
Lost, but not hopeless, with every new day,
This city's my canvas, a story to play.
Concrete canyons, a maze of steel,
Towers pierce clouds, a world surreal.
A million faces, a rushing tide,
But none familiar, nowhere to hide.
Street signs whisper in tongues unknown,
Buskers' melodies, a lonely drone.
Shop fronts glimmer, a vibrant sheen,
But hold no comfort, a stranger's scene.
Footsteps echo, a hollow beat,
Heart whispers questions, lost and incomplete.
Where do I belong in this concrete sea?
A tiny island, yearning to be free.
But wait, a flicker, a bakery's glow,
Warmth in the window, a place to go.
The scent of coffee, a comforting sigh,
Maybe belonging can bloom nearby.
The city's a puzzle, with pieces to find,
Kindness a corner, a map in my mind.
Lost, but not hopeless, with every new day,
This city's my canvas, a story to play.
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