The strangest dreams
Invade my mind,
Dreams of things I never had
And places I’ve never seen.
I’ve never set foot on New York City
Yet in my mind’s eye
It is all I see.
Flashes of a vibrant cityscape,
Sounds and sights of lights and people,
Sensations of things I’d feel
If I walked the sidewalks and the streets.
I imagine myself a character
Of a thousand stories
Set in that sprawling city,
Living a thousand lives worth living
And making memories worth keeping.
I dream of New York City
Because the dream is all I have.
Without it all that’s left
Is a lonesome man
Walking through fields of faded grass,
Each blade a reminder
Of the things he can never have.