The city streets blaze through my head
My thoughts playing skittish, where I begin to lose the edge.
Time and again, I’ve stood out of inspiration
looking for a subject out of sheer desperation.
Standing in this alley, my racing thoughts camber
yet, not a speckle of peace does this render
The neons of this place that guided me once;
have today, blinded me out of my prudence.
Rumors are rife about the beens and have beens
but who I am now, not an eye perceives
Is it the city or its people that have changed
or is it me who fears to take the blame.