Mixed emotions

I’m not quite sure
It is with mixed emotions
I hike all the way
To the second story
several flights of stairs
All out of breath
To enter my flat
My view is flats on both sides
3 stories high
A bit of sky
And a lot of kitchen windows
At the moment, scaffolding
Is what I see
A multitude of folks
From all walks of life
Gives the place colour
As well as the trees and bushes
Along the pathway
Between the buildings
I guess it is a bit of a ghetto
A motley lot we are
This is no rich-man’s haven
Loud music at all times
Day and night
Gunshots are an ordinary sound
An old man on his daily rounds,
walking stick in hand
Children on skates, bikes
Little kids on tricycles
Rummaging around in the flower beds
Pulling the plants out and
Throwing them at each other
I shout out from my balcony
They stop, claiming they are innocent
I shake my head
And laugh a bit
Wondering where their parents are
Generally a hubbub of life
And seldom pleasant silence
When you can only hear
the wind and the birdsong
You can just hear the highway
In the background
Well I suppose
It’s love and hate
But I’ll be moving out
I wasn’t born here
So I ain’t gonna die here either.
I’m gonna keep moving around
Until I find the perfect place