I know when I walk, I truly look.
Not at any passer by, but the passing through.
I am constant here.
Forget what should get done,
or the daily plans never seen through.
My days are longer than years
and I travel further than mars.
I stand in the middle of London
with arms wider than any, swallowing everything.
Until she greets me in her red dress
Singing beauty taller than any tulip.
These days,
I am more constant here.
