We’d arrived in a town, or a city, looks like one, where the streets have no names, and, we have, NO way of recognizing where we are, we can only, wander, aimlessly, without knowing where we’d been, and where we’re headed…
Where the streets have no names, there’s this place that we all know, that fits the schema, there’s that place, that’s so familiar (perhaps, someplace you lived as a child, maybe???), that you’d not needed it, to have the street names and you can still navigate your ways around the place, and not get lost.
not my photo here…
Where the streets have no names, this, is a dangerous place, because nobody knows what’s going on here, and, nobody really even cares! Where the streets have no names, that, is a place, that we will all, be living in, where everything, the hard concrete, the pavement, is so icy frigid cold, you’d become frozen STIFF, as you tripped and fell to the ground.
not my photo…
Where the streets have no names, it doesn’t have to be like that you know? You can, show a little more care and concern, for everything that’s happening around you, say a simple “hi” to someone you bumped into on the streets, even if you don’t even know their first name, or know if you’ll ever, bump into her/him again.
Where the streets have no names, and, in this city, where the streets all looked the same, everything is black, white, and gray, and, there’s, no colors, because we’d stopped, asking how each other is doing, and, that’ll be just, such, a loss………
Life, the Obstacle Course 