bicycleofthoughts

I went to a little town on a hill,
where everyone goes to chill.
I took a room in the centre of the town,
where every road met and then went on its own.
Dumped my luggage on the bed,
Stood on the balcony to look around,
The bustling crowd made me feel so alone.

I decided to walk around
to take a feel of what they meant.
The main road was full of places to lay down,
with their doors bannered ‘FULL’.

The town showed me a lot of beautiful faces,
and told me what to eat, what to wear,
I overheard passersby echoing the local thoughts
It was the same as what I had heard before,
it was the same food, and the same clothes
Did this town have what I need?
Did this town have what I want?

I decided to look more.
Treaded the smaller roads, found more beds,
then the broken roads, even more beds.
I turned to the dark alleys,
maybe they held something, something rare to discover.
walking in the darkness, filled my heart with hope
the light at the end blinded me though.
I was through, and my eyes adjusted.
I was standing on dirt as I looked down.
And as I looked up, I was offered more beds.
I laughed and I turned back.

Back in the darkness, wondering
whether the town had lost its soul,
so it could pander to travellers like me.
Or was it just me, who couldn’t feel the same as everyone?
Maybe I am colour blind and I will always be searching.