How many steps

In this city I’ll roam,

Alone

Cold to the bone

A chill I caught along the way.

Its creeping deeper,

The longer I carry this mantle.

It’s a shameful walk

setting the trend of my journey,

A shuffle beside the runner.

Cement, my only guide through

City smog,

smothering all stars, skies,

Glows,

Illuminating this spooky town.

Its an eerie pull that drives

Whatever's left of this tired body,

This old soul.

It’s a thousand times

I’ve done this before

and I’ll do it

a thousand more.