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Its the same city..

Sometimes, its peacefully alive,

Sometimes, it deadens my soul.

Sometimes, it sets me free,

While sometimes, it traps me.

Sometimes, it rejoices in beauty,

Sometimes, it spells monotonous duty.

Sometimes, I yearn for it,

Sometimes, I want to burn it!

At times, it reinforces my faith,

Once in a while, it spells my internal death.

Spring blooms here, beautifully.

Winter, is often moody.

The same roads, which once were traced,

Accompanied by a warm embrace,

Sometimes now, just equivocate.

Things that mattered, stopped mattering;

Things that stopped mattering, suddenly matter.

Its strange, how perceptions change,

The walls once built, suddenly seem insane.

Things, once, thoughtfully, stubbornly ingrained,

Now seem, like a fools game!