In this city

In this city,

I see the lights,

so similar & typical.

The people,

all familiarly strange.

The evening rush,

all accustomed. 

The city keeps on forming-reforming & deforming,

sometimes the structures,

& often the people.

Has witnessed millions of changes, 

sometimes of seasons, 

& often individuals. 

Has seen many being lost 

while have guided many to home.

It waits everyday, for the rush to recede,

& then the silence of night to surpass.

This city,

I wonder whether the

light lightens it up, 

or the life does so?

                                                                                                                         

                                                                                                                        -Goldi