Wandering cities

I have wandered across cities
Cities of which yield imprints of on-street
Motion.
The fast brisk-walks of passer-bys
Come in figures of hundreds of thousands
Basked in a myriad of city striders
All in a sudden-
There is no more I.

At the many times I am offered
A sole opportunity; one sought after by millions
To stand amid people from worldly respected nations
Or be it an old friend
Of whom I am indebted to requite their kind tolerance-

I remain lost for right words.
And utterly overwhelmed
by how little I have in my current disposition
To lightly interest the likes
of hundreds and hundreds of thousands
whom walk the bustling streets of important cities
Their every stride an embodiment
of belonging and purpose.