A city spinning under siege of spectrums and waves. United they form an ethereal chain that wraps around us, swiftly becoming our unconscious desires. The lights are racing by like psychedelic blurs that hypnotize and take me into the realm where anything is possible. It is a highfalutin lifestyle of highways and stars fallen all around us. Out of reach but within our touch. We barely feel this existence as we look into the reflections of shimmering lights and dreams.
The city is high and majestic. Untouchable it crawls up toward the sky and higher. How much further do we need to climb, when does the desire to be better in the face of others end. It is picture perfect, pulsating with the rest of the universe. Something so beautiful, something so cold. I find a part of my soul in the startling lights like stars.
I am alone in my pinnacle and the wondrous world lays at my feet. Brilliant like the night sky, material like it would never end. There is a magnetic force that rips at the core of my heart, drawing me further in. I am trying to leave but it wants me to stay. I can taste it, like sweet poison on my lips. All the possibilities, the worldly wishes…will I let this poison drip into my soul?
On the other side, there is nothing but a silent, dark sea. It is barely moving but I am one with the motions. I know who waits for me. A glittering world beckons while a simpler plain lies beyond my imagination. A choice, a diversion of paths. The things we love…in the end, we always have to let them go.
It is not about riches and wealth, but a gleaming city built by human hands holds my fascination like no other. It trickles gently through my mind and the bright lights blind me as I sleep. Where I am, never seems to be where I want to be. There’s always something better to aim for…a shooting star destined for the quiet sea.
I could live in a city like I grew up in one. But is it the best place for a soul looking beyond these straits? My own fantasies hold me back and I know I have yet to come to terms with the depth of these emotions. They could be dangerous, they could let me go.
I love the city and while I hate the lifestyle, I idealize everything. In a way, a dream come true isn’t everything. How long do I have left to decide? Do my intentions and desires matter? There is much to ponder and execute.
Where I am, never seems to be where I want to be
There is always something better to live for
A shooting star destined for the quiet sea.
