I got lost in Paris as an observer
as per usual
but this summer writings thing
I may just become a doer.
I couldn't help myself
I meant to keep writing
I meant to keep exploring
but I just ended up following
the natives down a crowded street to see
where they were going
some painted murals
with hearts that beat blue blood
some played music
on rusty guitars but the sound still echoes.
Some found an opera house
with an abandoned air
and took the time to look in the basement
for a forgotten man they thought they'd left behind
but only just realized they loved.
And now I'm standing in Paris 'cause the natives
are gone.
I have no one left to follow
so I'll follow no one.
It's time for my own journey through Paris
be it the Jean Valjean sewer route
or the runway model street route
Paris, I'm coming for you
save me a couple croissants.
I will, ashamedly, say that I've only stumbled upon your blog because you commented on mine. As well, I will, unashamedly, say that I really enjoy your writing (I basically read every post here) and that you should continue to find solitude in the streets of Paris. Thank you for sharing your talent.
ReplyDeletePS. It really bugged me that I couldn't find you on "the truth" post, you are one of the few anonymous souls among us, not sure if this is good or bad. Ces't la vie.