The fight is not
Against your love
Or your will
It\'s my own nerves
I tried to unlink
Patterns, ways
Etched into my being
Like sunrays
Piercing through the city
Resetting evey morning
Into one and the same
Familiarity, is but a game
I can\'t cleanse
The city is dense
And the nerves
Entangled, emerging
From a place I lived in
And perhaps never left.
-Al