City lost.
City far away.
Waiting for our dreams here.
Faces gray. Covered and old.
The Face of time
Conversations of strangers.
Black and white.
Books are discussed.
People look for people to look out for.
Which days are these?
Why is it, that we have all lost?
Over hills we have crossed
Under the canopy of trees
Under the grey
City lost
And we are still looking.