A paean to one city

I have locked my fond memories away in cities –
in places where there was no one but me.
I wandered alone, looking through the eyes of an explorer,
much the way a small child might.
Though I had long since ceased to be a child;
my adult eyes were heavy with the sadness of lost battles.
And even though I felt shattered deep within,
on the surface, this new reality gave me wings,
revealing worlds beyond imagination –
a tapestry of various cities
I had never visited before:
New York, Madrid, Barcelona, ​​Oslo, Helsinki,
Las Vegas, San Francisco, Philadelphia, Baltimore.
Each played its part in this one, ultimate story,
where every meaning folded into an endless loop,
leading me precisely to where I am today.
No one else sees it yet, only I do.
Am I fortunate?
Or perhaps cursed?
Or could it be both?
I make no complaint, so long as I keep moving forward,
against all the odds.
Others do not see what I see,
they do not feel what I feel.
Despite my sincerity, despite my good intentions…
Forgive me, my dears,
but I must now close all the doors and windows
and get back to work.