Chaotic Comfort

constant sounds of rumbling dreams

walking feet on broken concrete

a place where luxury and hardships greet

a mix of harsh reality and a floating daydream

from the barrios where the hands of labor

make and break the bread

and where street lights and fight for just rights

radiate and aid the struggle

a time and place where revivals begin to bubble

traffic jams and music blasting from the 605

metro stations filled people of all times

moving through the congested vessels

though I wouldn't witness and experience

this city any other way

my love for it has grown through my skin

into my heart and has fit into my everlasting soul

a part of me I refuse to withhold

As I will always return and share its abundance with the world.