So deeply I crave to travel the opaque forest
That thrives in my head.
I hold an entire world in the folds of my mind
But I stay in a single city.
I fear if I aim for confidence in New York City
I shall fall flat in Harlem.
I spent a year in Paris
Until the lights of the Eiffel Tower turned off for good,
The City of Love didn’t look so lovely without them.
Urban sounds and smells call me to Dubai
And I can see a party on the horizon
But drinks and dresses aren’t as appealing as Austria-
To Vienna and to Salzburg
Where I can sit in a quaint little coffee shop
And be with my thoughts or a good book for awhile.
But even the best books come to an end,
And my thoughts still feel incomplete.
I reside in New Orleans
Trumpets and saxophones vibrate without pause.
A feeling that needs no words,
And a feeling words could never describe.
Bitter silence creeps up my neck
I am headed to Moscow
And biting terror
Warns that I may never leave-
And so I have stayed
In the little city in my conscious mind,
It’s my own private island
No countries, states, or borders
And more neutral than Switzerland.
But yet I bleed for Paris
So I close my eyes
And aim for New York City.