Original poetry - Where am I?
The noises were deafening to my ears
Like letting out energy they'd caged up for years
Smells of all kinds were wafting around
Sniffing harder means new ones are found
Objects scurrying from here to there
Hustling and bustling with no trace of care
Everything moving from what I can see
Everything has its purpose never mind about me
The only touch is something brushing past
Everything is in a rush like they're set to mega fast
If I sit down I watch them all go by
If I said nothing was busy that would be a lie
Everywhere is full of activity Where am I?
I'm in the city