dark cold pavement absorbs a thousand footsteps
through constant chatter I find myself in silence
surrounded by familiar strangers and forgotten memories

my mind's eye envelops the surrounding atmosphere
jamming it down an abyss
to leave me floundering in nothingness

my vacant self continues its daily routines
my soul tries in vain to escape
the mundaness it suffers

infinite smells of the endless streets
invade my nose to be rejected as I enclose myself
from the painful childhood they resurrect

I have forgotten or tried to forget
yet memories are persistent
my mind will explode from the effort

hatred, darkness, and lust filled my youth
the streets are harsh and full of reality
I long for the meadow of my imagination