Bustling cities scare me
32 years ago, on Toronto streets

There was space
Now we walk huddled on the sidewalk
As if we know each other or come from the same home
You stop and someone crashes into you

Caught  between the shades of condos
Close to the lake, the city is cold though it’s spring
Towering structures hide the sun
Leaves no space for warmth

Food trucks line the street
Downtown is impersonal
Nobody knows you or sees you
Barely any interaction with each other
As crowrded street cars, busses and trains make their way to the burbs

In the midst of this chaos
One search for peace
Earplugs the answer
Surrounded by a whole hosts of people but
Lost in the midst
I hate the city

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