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
Copyright © H.Y. Fu | Year Posted 2016
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