Stranger

A stranger I will always be
among these people surrounding me,
here, when living at the shore,

no soothing river songs at night,
just cars, in a hurry passing by,
and an airplane on its midnight flight.

No moon beams travel rippling waves,
just dull concrete, which still will pave
the same old bend to turn around .

even the stars will hide in sky
overwhelmed by neon city lights,
only the moon to remember why,

a stranger I will always be,
tied down by the grip of the shore,
when the river calls out to me.