Walking as I do, In steps that leave Reflections. Asking of the city, For choices that weave Directions.

Walking as I do, In steps that leave Reflections. Asking of the city, For choices that weave Directions.
Pausing in the maelstrom force, Pacing while thinking of the course Where feet stomp and arms swing, Passing by a […]
How can you pass up a sale?
Drowning in the cement sea
Docile and Dormant my visage be
Dreary and Weary Streets passed by
Daring people to look me in the eye.