A Stranger's City

folded sheets, glasses cracking

a row of bags, waiting to get in

the forgotten candles, a wooden shelf of books

the running clock, delaying tears

we got on a road to the stranger's city, a colourful world, black and white within

waking up to walls like an empty street on a curfew night, stuck to the bed as from where it starts from where it begins

this stranger's city is a fascination, as we hover the tall buildings in daydreams, but a denial as i breathe the air

the footprints on the road, will it ever remember? like my city with a cherished memory

as i pack the bags back to return to 'my' city, i take the same old me and not a stranger from stranger's city

not mine, not yours, but a stranger's cityfolded sheets, glasses cracking
a row of bags, waiting to get in
the forgotten candles, a wooden shelf of books
the running clock, delaying tears
we got on a road to the stranger's city, a colourful world, black and white within
waking up to walls like an empty street on a curfew night, stuck to the bed as from where it starts from where it begins
this stranger's city is a fascination, as we hover the tall buildings in daydreams, but a denial as i breathe the air
the footprints on the road, will it ever remember? like my city with a cherished memory
as i pack the bags back to return to 'my' city, i take the same old me and not a stranger from stranger's city
not mine, not yours, but a stranger's city