City of Dreams By Jasen Sousa

City of Dreams


I walk
through the city of dreams
strolling past neon lights flickering
in store windows,
splashing through puddles,
reflections of OPEN signs.

I walk
through the city of dreams
passing by a manhole cover
that steams. Smoked cigarettes on rainy days
washed away by sidewalk streams.

I walk
through the city of dreams,
buckets tipped upside down, hands pounding
homemade drums. Tall buildings reach for the stars
overshadowing a secret society known as the slums.

I walk
through the city of dreams
and see a cop chasing after a minority who runs.
I walk
past a stone man
who sits on a bench and just hums,
groups of pigeons
eating crumbs.
Do kids carry books in their bags,
or do they carry guns?

I walk
through the city of dreams,
cars, people and their words all move so fast.
I see a man sleeping, covered by a cardboard box,
and wonder how long he can last?

I walk
through the city of dreams,
it tells quite a story of people’s past.
Homeless carrying their possessions,
all the things they have amassed.

Blowing in the streets, someone from the city
lost their hat.
Over the city of dreams
a large shadow is cast.




Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
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