The city you left waved you away with a clouded eye
& the city you embark on wears you in diverse colours ;
An old time friend, your lonely mother,your childhood competitor who
Is willing to measure your success in notes.
If you love happy endings.
I do too, but sometimes
happiness takes me
to the edge of a grief
and leaves me there
hanging like a broken kite
i know of men who die for a living
men who found god by sinking to hell
men who became immortals by dying forever.