City Wanderer

A walk in the city away from home 

Where walks and talks are often on 

Everyone a stranger to a common home 

Unlike home 

With no stranger in your neighbor's room

The trees I know are gone 

Replaced by sky scrapers 

The greens are turned to silver stains 

The birds I see are iron birds 

It roars not sing its chirping sounds  

The city of sounds not organized 

I wandered off 

Like a tired suspect 

The tales I heard of the city hold more truth 

It's dangers are more than told 

Still amazing 

I meet no smiles 

Lonely in a crowded street 

I still wander off into the city 

Head turning at each sight 

Drawing attention with my strange fashion 

My fashion I wear with pride 

Like Joseph's coat of many colours 

But my walk in this new city yields 

It yields me with new knowledge 

And old appreciation 

A home is not a house with human breath 

Home is a place you feel at home