New beginnings

There’s a bustle of heads, voices, chase me ’round dandenong

Can one just be one without feeling blue, with no reference  

To this city? Or anywhere else? And forget your words,

And your voice, it runs itself thru me? Life without you?

Could it be true? Your wannabe by herself? Your words riot

Thru this city, bustle of your hell, feel your voice press against

Me, I’m not of it, but I can’t turn blindly away from you, or this

Strange city, can only be myself. All I see –  you, in everyone else.