In Omotesando’s vibrant embrace she roams,
A young girl, fleet of foot, on streets unknown,
With blurred contours, she’s but a fleeting ghost,
Her hurried steps, a tale yet to be disclosed.
Through Tokyo’s arteries, she dances swift,
A whirlwind sprite in a bustling drift,
The city’s pulse, a rhythm in her veins,
She weaves through shadows, her purpose unrestrained.
Her face obscured, a mystery untold,
Eyes focused forward, seeking dreams untold,
What calls her forth, we may never perceive,
Yet her determination, we can but believe.
The blur of motion paints a vibrant scene,
A canvas alive, where colors careen,
Time suspended in this photographic chase,
A masterpiece of youth, in vibrant grace.
The streets bear witness to her swift ballet,
Where dreams converge in Tokyo’s grand display,
Through Omotesando, she forges her own way,
An enigma in motion, forever astray.
What secrets lie within her fleeting gaze?
What dreams propel her on these bustling days?
A young girl running, chasing what may be,
A symbol of freedom, in pursuit of glee.
Oh, young girl of Omotesando’s street,
Your blurred existence, so beautifully fleet,
May your journey lead you to destinations grand,
Guided by the whispers of your heart’s command.