10. Old Town

A walk in a town (not your own)
How much do you see?
Talk in a town (not your own)
Leaving you be
You can read hard and listen
But still cannot feel
Search for what’s missing
It still stays concealed
Just passing through

Skyline of a town (not your own)
Before you gave breath
Confines of a town (not your own)
Long after your death
Political details
Stay frail and unknown
It greets and it regales
But you stand alone
Just passing through

The views of a town (not your own)
Not quite your shade
The blues of a town (not your own)
For all they have prayed
The sins of the fathers
In each alley way
No havens or harbours
In which you can stay
Just passing through