No place unseen, but every destination is foreign,
been through every road, yet every path feels strange.
this place where I abide, this city drinks from me.
It cuts me every day with the sorrow of the night,
it tells me why i'm wrong, reminds me of my plight.
it shines on me in the morning, an uncontrollable light.
every face recognized and everyone is strange,
this city of Her-Highness , with not a person fully sane.
everyone is the same, everyone suffers megalomania,
everyone so dignified, with a hysteric schizophrenia,
the biggest of objections is just a minor of quibbles,
not a person worth talking to, this town called 'gullible'.
every turn is a mystery in this town of mega minds,
every person xeroxed, yet all individuals one of their kind...
this city where I abide,
it drinks from me,
from me all the time...
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