The wind pushes me deep into a city alley,
The dark blue vein of a metropolis.
Look up to see cloth and fabrics bleached,
And low hanging wires intertwined,
Out of imposing towers of grey and white,
Standing lifeless in the last rays of the sinking sun.
Trees nodding silently in the breeze, and reaching
Its boughs, branches and leaves down into
A river where questionable fluid flows in silence.

Dreamily I walk past the light boxes of neon
Red, blue and yellow, and past the blending smells
Of secret back street (as the thought of such an
Expedition trembles me), and avoiding the eyes
Of the fellow passers-by, who seem friendly enough
For themselves, but alien to me.
But O how these people eyed me with questioning sights,
While my companion tells stories of death and sorrow...

But blocks away there is the city light,
Where civilization lies!
Out of the dull maze of cement I felt free,
In another labyrinth of glass and steel,
Where coffee is bought, and subways run day and night.
O but sadness overran me again, along with my delight,
For I fear a world I never knew, and a world I never have to know —
Like an abyss in the heart of city lies.