Colour Green

Wandering the hills of my city with my mind ajar 

A craving for the unknown a cliff of curiosity within my mind

Here, I live upon the toes of death and life

Each one with a gravitational pull stronger than my own will power

I exist as two entities

Crossing pathways of carved emotions derived from various streams of collateral damage

Breathing upon the shining city, I become one with my home

An empire of skyscrapers tilting the axis of thought and disrupting equilibrium

A syntheton of imitations and realities

In this city, lies my soul

In this city, my soul finds peace

 

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