The wispy gray fog covered the town
Enveloping me throughout the
Valley of  the concrete shades

A Blank city, No land marks, To strive for

The gray fog blended the city
Combining it, making it one
one that is shrouded

I walked past these shades and
Each one whispered nothing
Silent in their concrete approach,
Only the streets spoke
spewing gray fog from the sewers
A smoke screen from the depths
Impeding any urchines urge to find a way

The buildings once buzzed with brillance
Now dimmed by the fading elecritcy
The Neon signs lit up vehemently
But quicky blacked out, realizing they forgot

Street signs fringed in grime from the streets
Guiding me everywhere and nowhere
Striding forward and to the left, one for one
Creating a perfect off white circle
Containing nothing but a gray fog filled future.