in the parkside
where they told me
that intent was my redeeming feature

i am relentless breathing counting
the stories and the heights
       the stick shift switch gears and the
reprise of sounds that i didn't even know i'd hear before
       but in the city, i know
that i know.

in the town again (where i'm standing),
they tell me.
(and i wish they wouldn't)
they tell me that purpose is my redeeming feature.

in the city, you'll meet some of the most processed people.
people who want you to get your head out of the clouds
because it's in the way of a skyscraper construction.
dreams aren't welcome in the capital, unless it's to make capital
and i'm not sure if projecting my imagination on everything is making me
feel rich or poor.

i'm really getting sick of being told to be more down to earth by all these city types, they're all walking on concrete. concrete isn't earth, but i guess it must be nice to never get mud on your shoes.

for a little while
i am happy to just wonder about that.