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