These streets are awake
The lights offer a path to follow
Look up and not down to see
The treetops and brims of sky
Look out to see the painted houses
Of brick and melted yellow
Nowhere to be seen is order
The chaos is what makes it
Beyond words, beyond eyes.
It houses nostalgia of youth
It fears and celebrates death.
This city is mine but not for long
How I'll miss its descendants
Its language of old
The battered, the beaten
All the untold

Here I am months later pining over a memory
A false hope I had made into a fantasy
I made the future in a cold white room
Where I faced my demons but avoided doom
I screamed I am afraid of the dark
Even though the fluorescent lights created the brightest spark
My delusions formed in an instant
I saw your face and an infant
The room became familiar
Only a second later was it sinister
They laid me down in a cross
I gained security, there was no loss
I know this means nothing to you
However, all of it is true.

Send me away to Moscow or Vienna
To avoid the collapse of an era
You never did ask me
How it was I felt about being free?  
Everyday slaving away to find the comfort
Of a bottle in a set of three
Walking through the night
Followed by screams of ‘I am right’
The vision you seek is narrow and tainted
Do you not see that Life is what is painted?
Look beyond yourself when you are sailing
Remember that instead of failing
To think of me when you are liberated
From the bonds of the antiquated
My faith in you does dwindle
We circle around within a spindle  
The thread getting torn
Moving farther into the forlorn
What about childhood did not feel right?
Instead of loving me we fight
We can walk hand in hand
And play like children in the sand
If you would only apologize
And throw out this awful guise  
We can sway like poppies in the summer
Quietly holding onto each other
That is what I long for
For without you life is just a bore