My Dream is a city

My dream is a city of which you only see the skyline

My dream is not a slipping thought

Or a wisp of my hallucinations

My dream is a metropolis,

Of which you only see the skyline

You only see the glittering peaks of the

Stunning skyscrapers that sun themselves

Under the golden sun

And are bright enough, at night

To dim out the stars, slowly

My dream is a city,

But you only see the skyline

And you think that its what I see, too

Only the rise of success

And that is stinks of fame and power

And money and comfort

And you think that’s my dream

So you tell me to forget it,

That its what every other dream look like,

And that no one has built such a city.

 

But you forget that my dream is a city

A bustling metropolis

And I live in it

This city is my home and my temple

And I worship every inch of it

And so I know that behind the skyline

Its not the same

I know where the potholes lie

Where the sidewalk is cracked and

I know the buildings that are dilapidated

Walls full of cracks threatening to break down

I know what it takes to build my city

Yet I want to scare the high-rise with

My bare hand

Even though I know, and I am sure

That I will slip on the glass

Again and Again and Again

And the glass will injure my feet

And I will be broken by the fall

Yet I will climb

Only because I want to feel the wind

Against my face at the top of

The skyscraper

And watch the sun drown into the ocean

And feel myself getting illuminated

By starlight.

So I will run through this city

While you are unware

In this city of which

You will only see the skyline.