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