Endless, perpetual life flows out in front of me,
Anywhere, I can pick any place to go,
It overwhelms me, like an oncoming tide knocking me off balance and I fall through the ground.
Hear that? That’s the sound of the existence whirring, turning,
burning, ticking, clicking, clacking, smacking
break. All life comes to a slow.
Break. All life kick starts again full motion swinging.
Where can I go? Will you accompany me? Or
will you stay where you are and wish me well?
I pass beneath the ground and an influx of people astound me.
I walk on the shiny, polluted floor under the floor of the people above,
And I have a choice. Which route, line, track, train, do I take?
Words, so many long, foreign words,
They confuse me, trick me, daylight robbery. Or kidnap, or something else.
They’re here and I’m frightened. I clutch my bag in close. And I start to shake.
Where will it be? Can I help you? Where do you want to go?
You’re all too kind, really – it’s appreciated, but… Merely, I am mistaken. A foreigner.
Shinjuku, Suginami, Setagaya, Sumida, Shinagawa, Shibuya, Saitama, Sagamihara.
And that’s merely a rung on the ladder of letters,
All these endless places of people going on with their daily lives,
And I am lost.
Where is home, loved one? Lead me to you.