Bright
lights shining like jewels in the night
An air of
delight where happiness can take flight
Frolic shown
in all its splendor
A place to
create moments to remember
Bridges aplenty
from bank to bank,
Ripples
reflecting rays from rows of lamps
A play of
light and architecture
Against the
canvas of the night sky, a perfect picture
A limited
frame, merely an illusion
Deceiving
the eyes to jump to conclusion
Some often
pay too heavy a price
For a false
belief sometimes on the verge of delusion
People drawn
like moths to a flame,
Towards an
eden which is only a given name
Calm,
gushing, endless ripples putting the senses at ease
A feeling of
lightness brought on by the gentle, cooling breeze
And the
acceptance as small sacrifice of the smell of stagnation
Along the
way it picks up some stench
Gets more
severe when tightened with the economic wrench
The path and
process of free flow constricted,
Concealed by
a fairytale deviously depicted
The stench
of stillness hangs heavy in the air
Victimized
by prejudice lies a sliver of despair
And an
unnoticed but burgeoning yearning for change
A wish to
meander away from the course
And a desire
and fear of making a stand against the force
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