Rhyme to my Reason

4

There are days that I feel the beat

in the street

When the city is no longer so cold

or as old

Back when life almost had a rhyme

there was a time

When the back alleys didn't remind me of bloods

just a need of suds

When the airport was more than a transportation node

a place where carpets were rode

When good food was something you couldn't rate

but my hunger it would sate

But the thing I've noticed lately about this modern age

seems more like a cage

It is a place where people pay to forge chains

forgets how it feels to stand outside when it rains

wish I could go back to a place

Where me and my dreams were allowed to race

just to see who could get there first

And I never had to worry about being the worst