As he was walking the path that led to the City of Light,
He noticed no rays shining bright and no entities smiling right.
Why were they so sad after witnessing such a sight?
Why were they still in the dark after the end of the night?
No flowers by the road, only dust and stones.
No birds filling the sky, only snakes and bones.
Why was he feeling so alone? He was walking towards what's shining.
Why was he feeling his heart and brain constantly fighting?
The old man gave him the pen as a gift,
But with every word written his heart opened a rift.
Even though that happened, he continued on his way.
I'm sure that he'll make it to the light and be done with the gray.
But this is what I said yesterday too, and the day before.
How much does he have to walk 'cause his feet are sore?
Does he really have to feel pain in order to make it there?
I guess that a sacrifice is needed, it's only fair.
"Gods preaching love while bathing in the blood of the goat
That The Prophet cuts open to celebrate the battles well fought.
I hope that the City of Light won't have such an image.
I want to read myself firstly and afterwards turn the page."
After days and days he made it to the walls,
Where a masked guardian told him the City's rules and goals.
The man had a bright smile on his face, but everyone was weirded out.
Why was he wrong for smiling there? What was all that about?
He entered the city and noticed a sign advertising an old building,
A cinema about to close so there will be space for new bidding.
'Cast your eyes upon the last movie', the sign said.
And so he did, and joined the parade.
The movie was about a happy man who had everything,
Except a hand on which to place a lovely ring.
So he went to his old man and asked for advice:
"What to do, father, to escape the said vice?"
The old man revealed a pen, which he gifted to the son.
"Here, my boy, grab this tight and have some fun.
I will pack some things for you 'cause you'll go on a trip
To the City of Light using nothing but your feet."
The man accepted the advice and took the pen.
Wrote a bunch of stuff down, started building his den.
After a while the backpack was ready, so he started to go
To the City of Light that began to feel like vertigo.
But on his way he noticed sadness and madness,
Creatures of the dark living their lives in numbness.
They tried to corrupt him, to make him feel the same,
But he didn't join, for it wasn't his type of game.
He walked, and walked, and made it to the destination,
Where he saw an old man preaching, making sensation.
"Oh, Almighty, cast your light upon me, please,
For the light we have in here feels more like an abyss!"
"I was told by my father who was told by his,
To go on a trip on which end I'll find just bliss.
Only if they knew why the city is always bright..
It's because once we're here we give our light without a fight!"
The man thought the movie was a joke and left the place,
Only to see his light declining his needy embrace
The light was leaving slowly, for there was no race.
You laugh at the pain until it's turning your face.
The City of Light represents our dreams and hopes.
And us, on our way there, are puppets on tight ropes.
For a dream is not lusted unless many failed to achieve it.
Will you give your life away for a taste of it?
