In The City

i look at the dried rain drops

now with a faded gray appearance

as the subway train pops

the sun shines upon them

together acting with full coherence

radiating an almost brown color, showing the residue of the filth that once pervade its being

an ode to the clarity it formerly had

i take a break on this faded red wall, i am seen leaning

looking at people as they flood the train

as the bottoms of their shoes imprint the ground

a reminder of humanity clicks into my brain

it is truly something so profound

i continue on, different hues and tones overwhelm me

all kinds of people rush during this hour

a colorful blur of people, almost like a shower

looking for knowledge, as i turn on elm street

a book store i see

as if this was a message from the universe

i take the cash out of my purse

the beige, black-inked pages cut my fingertip

dark crimson runs down

my intrusive thoughts tell me to lick

i continue to look around

the people surround me, stuck in their own worlds

unaware of my gaze, my interest in their days

my veins so prominent

purple and green have always been my favorite colors

though recently blue has been dominant

the colors of life, the colors of me

sometimes, everything feels so sweet

when you aren't so focussed on your own two feet

walking feels nice

i see pigeons fighting

i guess everyone has their own vice

my chest starts to feel tight

then i look up at these marvelous skyscrapers

they make me want to take flight

how shameful of myself

to be so wishful of plight

at night the city is so stunning

what stands out most is the charcoal black fire escapes

so bold, quite cunning

i peer into the hotel windows and the golden chandeliers sparkle so vividly

i wonder will that ever be attainable

walking away so timidly

the windows are like squares of life in the city

yellow, white, multi-color lights shine upon me as i fearlessly stroll in the cold darkness

many wonderful things surround me, so why do i feel so shitty?