A city paved on the slivers of dreams
That extort a whole new dimension
Of what the boundaries of reality
Can truly achieve ... or leave
Behind are the footsteps of tomorrow
Lost in the stains of each glamorous step
Resides the probability that, financially
You'll lose more than you borrow
The laundering of smiles can only be found
In the mischievous addictions that slowly create
Visions to heart broken souls deemed to be
Always looking down
Sidelined by the stampede of life's reprise
The deeper the pockets, the deeper the dive
As morals fall prey to the emptiest of eyes
The scent of victims being victimized
Souls so deeply lost in their visions of delusions
That no amount of win or loss
Can comprehensively dig them out
Of the trenches of their own minds illusions
Thousands of steps paved in smiles and frowns
Where dreams are made and loss is found
Can you keep your skew at a distinguishable view
Or become another, always looking down?
(C) Angel Campbell 2024
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