Melee

Blaring horns and many shining lights,
Tonight I drive through my city's plight,

A place so lost in the daily din,
Identities cross and personalities swing,

Its the might of money that we put up a fight,
However meaningless but there is no flight,

In all this melee there is no privacy in sight,
Peace and progress seem not to be tied too tight,

Who am I, nobody, where am I, nowhere,
but I must try, a heart of gold, a soul too pure,

May be waiting for me, somewhere, with arms open wide.