Flâneur
I walk through cities made of lightNeon ghosts in black and whiteEvery window tells a taleEvery heartbeat leaves a trailPeople rush and heads bow downKings and beggars wear a crownI collect what they ignoreFragments scattered on the floorI don't run, I don't chaseI let time reveal its faceI am a flyer, walking through the noiseListening to silence hidden in the voiceI am a flaniel, a stranger passing throughSearching for the patterns that were always trueRain reflects a thousand skiesTruth disguises itself in lies
About the poem
Single released 2026-06-12. Words transcribed from the recording — awaiting the author's proofreading.
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Flâneur
Every street a memoryEvery glance a mysterySome are looking for a homeSome are terrified aloneI just wander through the scene, seeing what has never been seenI don't fight, I don't flee, I let the world speak to meI am a flanier, walking through the noiseListen to silence hidden in the voiceI am a flanier, a stranger passing throughSearching for the patterns that were always true