nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

A tale of two cities - ORIGINAL POEM

The city I loved, it lives in my heart, it had been my sanctuary, my home for a time, even as times change, past becomes prologue, as I spent my days documenting my life in prose and rhyme. I longed to return, and find it hard to let go, all in the name of returning to all I had once known. I sung and shouted for all to hear, I had been bold then, bold as can be, though only to show others what I can do, to see all that others were able to see. The city I grew to admire in its charm, it became part of my daily life, my habits, as part of the daily grind, though not without its challenges I find, all I have come to appreciate above all else is who won't, not at all, mind. I sing now, quietly in this head of mine, as music and words inspire all I create, from the conversations on the bus to the things we say when we're running late. I have come to find meaning in all I do, even if nothing at all, though the weigh of it all threatens to pull me down faster, quicker as I struggle and fight for air, though I only wish to make myself a leader, this life's master. And yet I still stand before you, another year older as I long for days long gone, I can only take solace in the vision of a future I have crafted for myself in this moment, as I write these words, immortalizing mortal conflict in verse, poetry, song. A note here, a tale to write as each day passes, of the two versions of myself which shall always be, as long as I continue to be, as long as these words reach the few to know, neither populist nor masses.