What can I say about this windy city
besides its bipolar weather and drivers?
Newcomers would first see the broken skyscrapers
in the blue assuming that their dreams is a reality check
point. People rushing time, busy streets, you'll think that it was
traffic ahead but instead all you hear is work-alcholics screech.
East and West are different sides of where you reside
your own experiences and opinions.
To hear the midnight train screeching its way down South just
to be greeted by the morning sun.
To mistaken shots of fire for loud CATS
Once a night, you'll once believe that it's the
Fourth of July.
Confusing fireworks spraying over the corners
having pale eyes face-up to the mourning sky.
I'm sorry Chicago, but I didn't travel much around
with you. Maybe more light shines over the
other sides,but here falls night and continues
Chicago, I want you meet
"Confessions" because in my eyes you've lied. I
learned and lived your languages of sarcastic,
profanity, trickery and publicity stunts.
Maybe one day I could find you a permanent mate, but
what more can I say about Chicago?