Look around.

What is it that you see?

Is it the under tones of grey cast from the tall cement and steel that towers around you

or the numerous people who are numb to the fact that you even exist,

walking through their lives, not even bothering to raise heads as you walk past

or is it the sky that can barely strain itself around the corner

as if it’s trying to grasp you, to give you fresh air

because honestly, sometimes here, it’s hard

to make your chest rise and fall.

Or looking around,

are you the golden one who sees everything differently?

Do you notice the washed out stone but see them as soft and soothing

and do you see the subtle exposed brick exposing warmth and comfort

or the pastel lettering branded above architecture that glistens

when the sun sleeps and the stars are shining from windows of shops and apartments?

Do you see the people indulging in simplicity that happiness can be made into?

sipping on a latte, smoking a cigarette, inspiring just by being?

It takes time but if you listen to the secrets within the city

you will find that we all look around and see both.

We see the greys and feel our breaths fading away,

but we see, too, the beauty, the differences, in every block that act as a natural muse.

Broad Ripple, Mass Ave, Fountain Square,

each with its own personality and people who mimic it,

once you’ve found the stomping grounds to leave your feet.

The River White that runs through the veins of the city

will eventually run through to your heart.

And if you leave, you will see

words do not flow and art is not made.

You’ll lose the touch because you chose to leave

the city of whoever it is that you want be.