The Golden Gate Bridge,

Finally saw it after all these years.

Stick over water,

Does not glisten at all when it appears.

 

New York scraping air,

Oh how I longed to move there for a time.

May not be as great,

As I had imagined, without a dime.

 

Level upon level,

I built the walls and dreams up to the sky.

The plans I mentioned,

Now seem to me like a big fat lie.

 

London historical,

Your culture appealed to all my senses.

You may not live up,

To my expectations made in trances.

 

Rome in art textbooks,

Your beauty mesmerized my student mind.

You may disappoint,

My eyes which may now be forever blind.

 

Cities – all the same,

My perception of them has been a skewed.

Sorry, architects,

It is the fault of my cynical mood.