Lanes.

I have learned when you come across a person that carries genuine preciousness in their eyes, not the sharded worldly desires or some swollen earthly melodies, take a moment and commit their beauty to your heart.
Let it occupy space, let its rarity drive away the chaos that bleeds through these mismanaged lanes,
because once you lose yourself to the perplexed maze that the city is, you never bump into yourself again.
At least, never the same.