Poem: Somewhere In London

Somewhere in London,
I walk the streets.
I keep my head down,
without an eye to meet.
I hear parts of stories,
and hear fragments of lives.
I watch people stumble,
whilst others cry.
Each to their own,
yet each to the whole.
Somewhere here in London.

Somewhere in London,
I peak open my eyes,
whilst figures rush by.
Nobody stumbles,
but everyone rushes.
Purpose in their step,
beauty around their head.
With lots around to admire,
but where there's smoke there's fire.
Somewhere here in London.

Somewhere in London,
I feel the lights dim,
and watch other out on a whim.
Feel the buzzing of the crowd,
and a deafening sound.
So many people to be listened to,
but so little patience given by you.
Somewhere here in London.

Somewhere in London,
a mother cries for her baby,
a car drives by lazily,
a kind heart acts bravely,
a child acts playfully,
a begger prays 'save me',
and others walk past blindly. 
Somewhere here in London.