The Frigid

A trail of twinkling city lights
The land where my fancies take flight
And soar across hazy hues of neon
When to dreamland folk are gone

I step into their dreams to peak
What their concrete hearts seek
In their unconsciousness of purity
I just wake up with new found surety

I'll never find the truth of life
The sense and reason of the strife

Its far too bright in the city night
The darkness within obscures my sight
As mine as theirs and the falsehood
That their whole lives withstood

But those who learn the emotional game
Receive fame,accolades and acclaim
And I look up at the sparkling city lights
The sparkle seems a lot less bright

The lights are just a facade to allure
To all the vice, the sin and all impure
And its an eternal epitome of falsity
With our souls and hearts in complicity

Now our lives belong to this frigidity
Yearning for warmth and simplicity