Happy New Year! Here is an old piece of mine of poetry and art that has never been posted. Enjoy!

A Quick Trip to the City

Foreign passages, passengers, passing through time

In Transcending worlds and crossing boundaries,

Thoughts shimmer and shift,

Shading sumptuous sidetracks,

Blocking narrow corridors,

Ultimately illuminating that singular road

That we all seek.

But in the end,

Though we set out for a quick trip to the city,

We find ourselves wanting and wasting,

Watching and withering.

The grass is never greener but only grows grayer

When we finally realize,

We are already home.