Fears in the face of reality
Hope is real, so is the crisis, duality

Most of the times
Can’t be inspired by the same thing twice
Ought to be limitless, like nature priceless

Brilliance of the lights
Since it’s origin, inception
Continues to shine, continuity

The places there are that go forgotten
Through alleys at night down and to the left
Dim neon, wires, cracked pavement and smoke
Something always more obscure
Hidden further back and under
Than the most secret thing you know
The city turns in on itself at a point
Where places once known become strange and distant
As if despite their nearness
They've grown so very far
Ever churning and rearranging
As if with a mind of it's own
The city is restless
Stretching out that it might breathe
A cool breath of the still night air
Beneath the waiting stars