I wander through each crowded street
Bustling and busy is London city
In vain I attempt to count the feet
All beauty is lost in each person you meet.

As I fall through the suffocating rat race
None stop to help a poor lost soul.
A scowl, disgust, in each turned face
Why did I ever come to this place?

People stop, people stare,
In just one face I glimpse some pity,
I turn again, no more is there.
In this new place, no one cares.

In the distance, I hear my name
Someone calls me, a voice from the past.
I'm leaving now, I hate this game
But in my heart, I'll never be the same.

(27/03/2006)

Giovanna Marasco

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