City of Blinding Lights

True beauty only happens when I’m alone. In the backseat of a cab, shooting uptown, home. The lights penetrate the glass and reflect back through my eyes. The longer I stay, the view is still the same. Through the eyes of a dreamer though, everything is new again. I can forget the evils of the day, my lost love, an ideal that never came. Quietly trying to achieve something I already have. And yet I know that it will all be okay. Because I have the city and the city has me.