Nyc

Nyc
I stroll through the streets of Nyc,
like walking down an aisle of a shopping store
admiring the old and new buildings,
like different colored cans on a shelf.

As I ride down the road,
looking on at the restless sky,
I wonder when this dream will end.
Until.
I realize.
I am already at home.
In bed.
Dreaming.

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