Insane World

Why do I try and find serenity
In an insane world?
What drives me to think peace
Can be so close when I've already searched here?
Everything here holds the same horrid past
A fresh breath is strangled by it.
Even the new high rises are forgotten
After a moment...
Curiouser and curiouser.
Though I peer through these glasses of wisdom
I am left dumbfounded by all that crosses my path.
Could it be any stranger than I am not alone in this old place?
It feels exactly like where I came from.