City Street

 

Roaming around the busy city streets, gently treading between the lines of good and evil.

One person seems to be holding on to the past, while the other cannot make time go by any quicker.

A fine line between old and new seems to be getting murkier and murkier.

Do people stay the same when they reach the end of the lane?

Do you stay the same or do you become one with the street?