simple. city.

memories,
crunching leaves,
sour feet,
soiled streets,
these are the lights of my life.
Simplicity,
dreams of finer things.
Keeping hold,
weather the unyeilding cold.

dreams,
everclear streams,
affectionate sunbeams,
wrapping around me,
deathly screams,
these are the times I seek.
Compassion,
memories of promising scenes.
Keeping hope,
even though I know...

Here I go,
through your rustic window.
Maybe I'll admit,
but give me lessons,
lead me to it
these are my confessions.
memories.
I seek.