Unwelcome
I wander unfamiliar streets It is loud and chaotic Not like back home Honking from every direction Construction noises and shouting Everything is moving faster than it should be Traffic zips along Even the people seem to be in a rush I feel…out of place Unwelcome, uneasy I find myself a bench I sit and try to acclimate to the mayhem Tune in…adjust to the madness around me Once I have camouflaged myself Once I am indiscernible from the background static, I stand I resume my rambling Blending into the rush.