Wandering
around lost
New city, old problems
Confusion with all its wrath
Starts to make
My explorer’s heart
Shrink and cringe
At every corner taken.
My map turns into a maze
My confidence begins to fade
Should I stick to the
Purgatory of hotel lobbies
The blandness of franchises
The strained smiles of boredom
And deep disillusionment by
All those who serve me plates of
Soulless food that they once
Thought would let them travel
To exotic places.
Suddenly, across the road
Next to the scaffolding
With its dull green
Plastic covering
That snaps and flutters
In the scary winds
A neon sign
In a language I do not know
Calls me into its warmth
With hot, comforting food
From farfar away
Somewhere they call home.
New city, old problems
Confusion with all its wrath
Starts to make
My explorer’s heart
Shrink and cringe
At every corner taken.
My map turns into a maze
My confidence begins to fade
Should I stick to the
Purgatory of hotel lobbies
The blandness of franchises
The strained smiles of boredom
And deep disillusionment by
All those who serve me plates of
Soulless food that they once
Thought would let them travel
To exotic places.
Suddenly, across the road
Next to the scaffolding
With its dull green
Plastic covering
That snaps and flutters
In the scary winds
A neon sign
In a language I do not know
Calls me into its warmth
With hot, comforting food
From farfar away
Somewhere they call home.
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