High above the street, when the fog began to clear I floated, the timidity of a gaggle of mice. Standing near the bar with a drink in my hand I painted over generic techno with "Another Day In Paradise." Above me the light shines in the window I see nothing, I'm focused on the street I feel I've failed it again And my confidence depletes Let me let your light shine down? I don't really think so And I'm back among my people but feeling out of place Someone strikes up a conversation and I reply, but they leave as I'm staring into space. I'm a million miles away, or 457 to be sure. I wonder if things are the same where I've seen I remember a rock-hard erection that I covered in shame Things were so different in times that were lean. The light-a man's upper torso-shines to the street Seen from the back as I do it's a symbol as I walk back toward the lake I reflect that my ego and hubris could fit in a thimble Waking to a thought that I'm back where I belong Doesn't quite compute when I look around my room I don't understand why I want to return to a place where I could have met my doom I did, say I, enjoy who I loved But I made one mistake I put on a brave face for the move but it was really quite fake Sitting in my room, quietly loving myself But thinking back on wonderous nights Standing on R and H to see The beautiful city lights It's not mine anymore, I remind myself It belongs to the worms But when I leave Chicago, this time It'll be on my terms. Come the dawn that spreads along the street We scatter from this trough And the light that shines above us, guiding us toward destiny. Finally turns off.
Reason for writing:
A visit to Chicago that comes up this Thursday.
Birth sign: Aries
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