Carmine222

People tell you where to go.

They tell you where to be

They tell you how to do

They put in front what you see

Every road, every light

Every tire mark on these streets

Each which-way you cross

Each destination you meet

You keep driving and driving

Reflecting the same old thing

A place to call an experience

Another place where you could be

You keep searching for something you can’t find

Another location which marks your name

Hearing a call you cannot respond to

Continuing this scavenging spiral

The concrete does not welcome you

The light on the street cannot speak your name

These structures will not define you

No matter how much you wish they did

The engine brings a rumble to your ear

The stadium a booming sound

Your mind wondering if this could be it,

If you had finally found your place

The people below walk without a care

Inconspicuously, unknowing of watching eyes

The bland hum of the industrial scene tasting as a bittersweet treat this time

Maybe, if this could last, it would become an every day occurrence

No matter how much searching,

I may become tired of the wanton yearn

For something much greater than I,

For the journey of change is constant,

Yet I Am,