Such things as only men can dream
flash upon forbidden screens
a fading vision full of promise
but somehow lacking
taste.
Why care what comes tomorrow
when what is here
and now is real
and warm, worth the time of day...
or maybe just a passing
glance.
Pass the lines of truth and lies
and loose yourself in the road.
Set yourself in old New York
and find
some peace of mind.
Author notes
Just listening to Billy Joel's "New York State of Mind" - whatever happens happens... right?
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