My Place

The great city calls my name
Sound resounds through the doors all the same
I see twisting patterns of lights far off
Lights of the city which I have sought

Jesse, Jesse calls the familiar ring
Of the cities graceful king
Everyday I wear a shroud
Hidden need to walk amongst the crowd

In day I dream of towers
That seem to be so far
At night I dream of lights
That glimmer like the stars

Will I ever go there
Walk, or drive my car
To the city with the lights
That glimmer like the stars?

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