You are constantly changing
In my eyes
And for that I am thankful
I viewed you once
With a youthful uncertainty
That still lingers to this day
But this has changed
Irrational uncertainties exchanged for concrete ones
The mess of the city
That has grown upon you
Is and has always been my home
For better or for worse
But I have found beauty
In all of your forms
I found flowers that you have grown
That are truly beautiful to behold
I have found books
Inspired by your wonder
That refuse to be content
With those who plunder you and your inhabitants
I have found suffering
I have found hope
I have found you