Where some go to follow their dreams
A place of new beginnings
Where all is seldom what it seems.
Off to the land of glittering lights
The city that never sleeps
Chinese takeout, pizza boxes
Line their kitchens in gorgeous heaps.
Off to the place to find myself
Where they only like to walk
A different change of pace from here
A different kind of talk.
What might one find in such a place
So far removed from here?
The mirror shows the same image
But might soon become crystal clear.
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