Wandering The Streets

I'm wandering the streets, without a map or plan,
Just like that, with pockets full of sand.
The city breathes, and I'm a silent part,
Of its beating heart, just a fleeting art.
(just a fleeting art)

Just like that, I walk, where the roads unwind,
In the maze of streets, what will I find?
A story in every corner, a mystery in every step,
I'm wandering just like that, with no regrets.

The neon lights flicker, the signs all aglow,
Just like that, I'm part of the show.
Strangers pass by, each with their own tales,
In the city's hum, my quietness prevails.

Sidewalks whisper secrets, from beneath my feet,
Just like that, in the urban beat.
The night's embrace, holds me in its lap,
I wander just like that, no need for a map.

Just like that, I roam, free as the breeze,
Through the city's veins, with such ease.
Every alley a chapter, every avenue a rhyme,
I'm wandering just like that, lost in time.

So I'll keep walking, let the streets guide,
Just like that.

Just like that, with the world so wide.
In the concrete jungle, I find my track,
Wandering the streets, just like that.
