You

Who are you?
Where did you come from?
Where will you go?
I know not, but this I know,
that in a sleepless city you seek solace.
Amidst its bustling bazaars you find anonymity.
Neon-lit resturants, old Iranian cafes, overnight rains, sea breeze draw you.

You have scars but you wear hope.
You feel pain but throw smiles.
You feel cold but give warmth.
Eyes give away what your lips hide.

Who are you?
Where did you come from?
Where will you go?
I know not...