Stumbling through the crowded streets, feet are aching,
you wonder why the sky is so heavy today, why it
presses down, why the air feels like a conversation
you don’t want to have, but can’t walk away from,
like the time you spilled coffee on your favorite shirt,
and had to laugh because what else could you do?
The city moves, relentless, the noise is its own music,
a heartbeat you can’t help but dance to, even when
the rhythm is off, even when the pavement cracks
beneath your shoes, still you move, still you laugh,
because isn’t that what we’re supposed to do, keep
going, even when the rain feels like an accusation?
Adversity, you say, is just a reminder that we’re alive,
that each bruise, each sharp word, is a proof of breath,
a mark of the day, a part of the rhythm, and if you can
dance through it, even if it’s awkward, you’re winning.