O’ Calamity! Watch as another falls mindlessly among the maddening crowd.
See the figures look down, locked ever in their ways.
Take note. This city is peopled with spirits, not ghosts.
So why must these lives be the more vacant?
But observe, dear one: habits make way for routine.
Familiar curves of repeated streets appear mundane to eyes obscured.
Can you recall that serenity of a time, having drifted through space for its own sake?
Diverging from the mercy beat to notice that shadows dance among the trees?
With paths tentatively written, novelty beckons our every pace.
Yet the threshold remains uncrossed.
To cross the tyne, release your grips.
For behold what splendour awaits beyond a mind eclipsed!