Whoa. I live in Lackawanna.

It’s a wild, truely vibe.

Broadway pulses with energy.

Main Street holds rich memories.

Alfred Ave is defintely quirky.

I stroll there at dawn.
Rotary Park calms my soul.

I watch rivers dance gently.

Theyre bizzare, swift, mesmerizing.

The Lackawanna River whispers secrets.
I hang near Hollenbeck Blvd.

Local murals shout hidden tales.

Cafés buzz, like hidden dragons.

Whoa. “In the midst of chaos...”
I’m a pleasure coach here.

I see life's unsaid details.

I find beauty in dark corners.

Every alley speaks ancient truths.
I recall one somethng moment.

A wind, exiteed, swirled wildly.

I felt like a lone warrior.

“All things flow,” I murmured.
I got a faborite spot: Old Mill.

It’s awsume and erratic.

I blow off steam nearby.

A stray dog never fails me.
I get pissed at injustice.

City life can get maddening.

I throw in slang, ya know?

Sometimes i'm spontanous and raw.
I’m always searching for balance.

I admit, I wanna jump sometimes.

Yet then peace engulfs me.

Whoa. “Be like water…”
I laugh when time slows.

There are plenty of odd spots.

I sense soul in abandoned lots.

I live each moment freely.
I blurt out: immediatlye, life stuns.

Shurely, it’s a wild journey.

Alot happens and hearts beat.

Typos? eh, that’s life.
Peace.

Whoa.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.