These bright city lights cradle me like a spoon.
I am scooped up and I can’t stop
and I’m spinning round but I won’t come down
because I know deep in my soul that I have a goal
to soar
and sing
and float above all of these drones and roaches,
dark alleyway loneliness,
greed and lust thrown up in a dusty stall of debauchery and shame.
No, for myself I will make a name.

I just hope I’ll still be there underneath it all.