Round and round

Just like the hands
on Big Ben
I'm going around in circles
again and again

I seem to recall
exactly when
this all began;
It was after I set down
My pen.

I continue to wander
enjoying the sights
although somewhat repetitive
I'm entranced by the city lights

Now I spend alone
my days and nights
alone, not lonely
atop such great heights

Feelings like this
are rare to be found
especially when
you keep your feet on the ground.