This is a place of artistry
Of beautiful images painted upon a city
Where lights reflect the magic of stars
You'd think you found a dream walking between cars
Alive and part of a whole
This is a place everybody knows
Where anybody whose somebody story is told
This is a place of importance
Of bold colours stamped on towering complexes
Where hipsters drink in smokey bars
You'd think you were a cool kid in black
Gonna go far
This is a place everyone goes
Where lovers walk hand in hand
And kiss like classic T.V. shows
Unaware and unwavering as the night sky
There are no boundaries in her side walks and street signs
She is clear as glass,
An expensive gold,
The main act premiering across the road
You wouldn't glance twice at Mr. Invisible
He is mute of colour and silent
Nearly lifeless and murky
Hiding in plain sight for all to see
He isn't glamorous or beautiful
The only art he holds
Is the cardboard tent set up for warmth
Against the cold
Tucked in the folds of a heedless city
Is poor Mr. Invisible