On The Bart (Revision)

Oh, to be a stranger in a strange city, travelling with no destination, at home inside myself and looking, looking. I don't know what I'd be looking for— my eyes, my eyes, the hills in the distance and white buildings helping me find them, just like today. A bay and a clear sky and a few palms, people speaking some language I don't know, but friendly, and a few I can talk to, or maybe learning their language this time. Oh, to be a stranger, arriving for the first time in the unknown city of my own thoughts.