Poezja

Big city full of people
Nobody I know
So many different faces
I am here alone
 
Each face is a different story
All unknown to me
Expressing nothing but glory
Is that what there really is? 
 
The first one I saw
Is already far away
Will I ever see him again? 
Was it just for a glimpse today? 
 
I still sit quietly
New stories passing by
My heart waits fearlesly
I'll soon tell this city goodbye