Up here I feel the electricity,
all the scattered lights of rainbow matter
tall colours and stars sprinkling the city,
and in the centre, my mind grows fatter.

When I float to lectures I’m lost in words,
so much knowledge, fizzing fast in my ear -
and my voice the smallest in all the world
how weird to feel flat when I’m living here.

But in time this place became less frightening,
it’s littler up-close, and gentler to me;
the labyrinthine streets, now so exciting,
foreign to strangers, but not strange to me.

Though my heart stirs with the sweetness of home,
this city has grown a love of my own.