Drone

I fly wide-eyed into the glinting night, Along valleys with man-made stars aglow. Thrills and sorrows on both sides line my flight, Neon rivers flow restless down below. Grandiose dreams from serried rooftops crow, Million-watt schemes fuel every lofty light. 'Neath a sky scraped by monoliths of gold, I fly wide-eyed into the glinting night. Avenues wind like serpents of delight, Sate designed desires that with lucre grow. Fresh-minted wonders glut to gild each sight, Along valleys with man-made stars aglow. Manic hustle hijacks the threadbare soul, Calls the mind daily to the ring to fight, Ten baubles purchased for each scruple sold, Thrills and sorrows on both sides line my flight. Gray ghettos sprawl to host the loser’s plight, In potholed lives the city takes a toll, Broken windows exhale long peals of fright, Neon rivers flow restless down below. Yet the sidewalks gleam for all to behold, The fittest triumph above wrong or right. Where virtues are haloed, vices extolled, And breathless energy scales a new height, I fly wide-eyed.