We walked the streets, searching for a name
that seemed to dance away from our grasp
the map crumpled, a silent witness
to our endless circling, under flickering lights

The night air whispered secrets, unknown
as if the wind carried tales of old
we followed echoes, footsteps on cobblestones
each turn a question, each pause a sigh

In the distance, a lamp blinked, a hesitant guide
casting gentle glows on our weary path
we kept on, though doubts tugged at our sleeves
the city a maze, a puzzle unsolved

Yet in the heart of this endless wandering
a light found us, unexpected and kind
the address lost, but not the journey's gift
a beacon discovered, where tiredness fades