I carried on wandering
past china town
the patterned letters and neon lights
what was that?
a duck in the sky, a duck taking flight?
now here, in Leicester square
where the tourists wait
where the serpents glare
the past; the timeless statues
they still keep watch
the smell of butterscotch
still fills the air, I forget
where,
where I am? and then I wander
past St-Martins-in-the Field
and Trafalgar Square
that same lion continues to stare
in the same direction (a million years
have passed)
-a crook in his iron neck-
just keep to the trek!
just keep trekin'
just keep trekin'
