Roots Before Branches

Londontown

So many questions that I need answered,
So many blank pages without chapters.
Insecurities growing from the foulest of ambiguities,
A tyrant with murderous tendencies.
Trips across a body of water,
All to change a history that may one day be altered.
A change of pace and a brand new face,
Packaged with this antiquated place.

This is a complicated city and there's something nice about that,
You can bring guns into the corner shop, but - please, no hats.
I have a notebook full of wondrous illustrations,
Full to the brim with my oldest questions.
But, one thing I've always known throughout my life; that when I'm feeling down;
I feel so alive in the middle of the night here in Londontown.

A thousand miles have been racked up,
Destined to find someone I can trust.
I'm walking down such historical streets,
Streets that allowed for me to be me.
I touched grandad's wall in the park where my father would play,
You have no idea how grateful I am for that day.
I walked along the Thames by my favourite restaurants,
I could spend forever here just getting lost.
This city, I know for certain, will one day be my home,
I feel London lodged within my bones.

Half of me remains here every time I leave,
The amount of family I have here, you would not believe.
There's magic in the history,
London is my ancestry.
Whenever I feel down and I know I'm about to place blame,
I find myself sitting on a cold, cramped plane,
Destined for a city I adore so much.
Every side alley and street corner; I know I can trust.
I'll forever find love in London until the day I die,
I'll write poetry in Earl's Court tube station, waiting for the Piccadilly line.
I'll never complain about the crowded trains again,
Somehow they feel like a warm, familiar friend.
In the winter months, at 3:30pm the sun goes down,
And suddenly, I feel so alive in the middle of the night here in Londontown.