Walking through the busy streets
A stranger.
My home.
I get tossed and thrown
Through the surging crowd
Is this my home?
I open my eyes
To watch like a child
The streets,
The sky.
Curious eyes see dragons soar
Above the raging current of faceless people
It never looked down,
And neither do I.
The dirt on my shoes
Or the wind in the stars?
I soar.
I am the dragon
Distant and watchful
I guard with lazy eyes
My stranger.
My home.
The people surge past me
A pulsing, writhing mass
They move as one.
Patterns and colours swirling
Everybody wants to be somebody.
To stand out.
I am a dragon.
A secret dragon.
I don't stand out though,
I fly.
And they will never catch me.