In That Lifeless Town

My footsteps once in motion, were quicker that a train moving on shiny, steel tracks: there I whistled my refrain. I moved to a lifeless town, where nothing ever happened; people walking in a slower pace, my excitement tapered. Noise kept me alive in a thriving suburb never sleeping; cars honking, kids screaming, hot dogs trucks steaming. There up a treeless hill, my Honda struggled to reach its destination; many evenings coming home late, dim lampposts caused trepidation. Glad to have returned and live life as it is meant to be lived wearing a cowboy hat; I sip my hot cappuccino in the small cafe' with friendly neighbors who love to chat. If I ever went back to that lifeless town, deep depression would rise high; silence will be more profound than a windless, dark forest...oh, I will cry!