Bright Lights of the City

Bedazzled and Stunned, No Sense of Direction

Glaring and Reflected Lights Extend my Peripheral Vision

Blaring Horns and Fast Paced Pedestrians Cause Me To Turn About

My Sensory Overload Damages Ability for Intelligent Choices

Perhaps A Close Brush with Death Will Awaken A Focused View

Of The Shapes And Colors That Shoulder Me And Stare Me In The Face

Feeling A Strange Anonymity Sheltering My Motionless Stance

I Settle Myself On A Bench Of An Interesting Group Of People

Some Kind Of Mecca Resides Here Where One Visits To Search Satisfaction

To Whatever Long Held Dream Is Held Dangling From A String Above
Perhaps A Personal Quest Will Fulfill Their Delightful Search
But Not For The Present Moment, As I Enjoy the Ongoing Circus

Stepping In To Fill That Space Opening For Me By A Lessening Of The Parade

What Actor Will I Be Today And Dare I Surmise My Part

When The Pace Of Life Extends Beyond The Tiny Details I Dream Of

Being Engulfed In Something This Large. This Unnamed Onward Charge

I Muster All Of My Courage But Leave My Helmet Off

I Would Rather Exhaust Myself With Living

Why Waste My Time With Death

Death Could Be Around Any Turn And Still I Say "I Win !"