city_streets monadh are foreign shores to me though I was once a traveller in their embrace 010310 ... dB The streets of this forlorn city on these wet autmn nights are my salvation. 010311 ... monadh we took shelter from the falling rain under that generous canopy built just for the two of us I used to take the bus downtown to her gracious steps just to hear the people tell their stories hear the troubadours of rain and wind sing their hearts torments 010311 ... hopeunknown The glow of life surrounds me as our souls all melt together no one sees me, or so I notice they all seem like movie-extras that just pass by the man in the buisness suit, the old lady shuffling down the sidewalk, the man playing a guitar they are fun to observe, like fish in a tank but deep inside I wonder who are they really? what are they like? everyone has a story to tell... But the thought passes by abruptly when the blaring roar of a car sneaks up near me oh, how I wish I lived there... suburbia just doesn't cut it for me... 030120 what's it to you? who go blather from