In the City

Mountains in outside world, rivers in Utopia Rivers are delusion, Mountains are mirage Light tides with sound waves are never end Lights splendid, but the stars dim A girl fell down with a screaming on the road Only few strangers threw a cold attention All souls are asking for a holiday But, the flowers are too tired to welcome We got no flowers to enjoy; we got no moon to indulge Only look beyond the high rise buildings and set off our hallucination Mountains are not the mountains, rivers are not the rivers You are not you, and I am not me either