As I start to walk astray
my vivid life turns away
I am brought in a tragic world
full of excitement, new and old
I see other people p*ss by
living out their daily lives
Here I am starting to brew
from a different point-of-view
I try hard not to be distracted
by the indulging malevolent
I keep this weapon that I took
A pen and a tiny little notebook
I see a busy dainty street
giving off a peaceful heat
It isn't what I would recall
If I would come back to my all
Travelling is a hobby
for a lowly writer like me
whatever brought me there
I never would remember