Lost in the City

Lost in the City

Under the vast expanse of a country sky,
A boy with dreams set his sights high,
With hope in his heart and stars in his eyes,
He left behind fields and a simple life.

New York called, with its lights so bright,
Promising a future, dazzling in the night,
He boarded the train, heart full of cheer,
Eager to chase dreams, with nothing to fear.

The city welcomed him with open arms,
Tall buildings, fast pace, and urban charms,
But beneath the glimmer, a shadow grew,
The cold city heart he never knew.

The streets were loud, the nights were long,
In the crowd, he felt he didn’t belong,
The concrete jungle, with its iron grip,
Turned his dreams into a distant trip.

He wandered through avenues, nameless and grand,
Missing the touch of a familiar hand,
The noise and bustle began to confound,
In the city’s depths, he felt unbound.

Friends were many, but none were true,
Faces blurred, connections few,
Loneliness crept in, slow and sure,
A hollow heart, no city cure.

Letters from home, fewer each day,
Memories of laughter started to fray,
The spirit that soared when he first arrived,
Eroded away, as he merely survived.

In the quiet moments, he’d recall the past,
Fields of green, friendships meant to last,
The warmth of home, now a distant shore,
In the city's rush, he found less and less more.

The city, once a beacon, now felt like a cage,
Trapped in a life stage by stage,
Yet, somewhere inside, a flicker remained,
A yearning for home, where his heart was unchained.

So, under the neon, cold and stark,
He whispered a wish, a hopeful spark,
To find his way back, to where he belonged,
To a place where he felt ever strong.

For in the end, it’s not the place you see,
But the people who make you feel free,
And so, with hope dim but not gone,
The country boy yearned to carry on.