#1
most of my days
i always think,
“the city can save me”
caught on an overpass
see a sunset splayed
by a scraped skyline
if only to be one
a regardless high rise
empty to those around
i’d feel like i’m in stasis
yet, no matter where
i can’t leave myself
should i take a boat?
somewhere i know i’ll hate?
or just someday stop
getting so faded?
though this lust of anomaly
and common place
today feels so cut and pasted.
i still ask
what is existence?
and where won’t i face it?