Addicted to the noise in the streets, the passing lights, the buzz inside my eyes.
Couldn't do without...
The pain of unrequited love
The tears that blur the letters on my screen
The laughter that wells up from within
The dimpled cheeks that your smile gave birth to.
Couln't live without...
The dreams of a city far away
Even if it's just the same
As the city we trample and carouse through right now
It's still our dream to break free
From the web cast by the electricity lines
And the clotheslines, trapped by plastic pins and wooden needles
Ensnared by a staircase of musical notes and unfamiliar smells
Altogether too close and eroticized to be unaware.
I have been trapped by a city
But honestly it would be all the same
San Juan, New York or Madrid
It's the same feel of being trapped
But willingly
The same feel of living connected to the endless circuit of life and mechanisms
The same feel of never leaving the static and buzz behind for a moment
The same feel of being forever enticed
Ensnared
Enamored
Drawn
Beckoned
... and trapped...
by a pair of receding tail lights.
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