What has become of you,
Rambling through the dust,
I hear you walk by.
Streets changed their names,
Houses got demolished and were built again;
Houses on top of houses,
Highways bridging south and north, east and west,
Roads leading to the outskirts,
Big houses turned into a million small ones.
People inside changed decorations,
blocked out old friends,
built new streets to move towards the unknown.
your name always the same remains,
stamped on my itinerary.