City Living

Walking, pavement talking,

rundown sneakers on crumbled cement.

Knocking, raised hand shocking,

begging time for last month’s rent.

Shriveled streamers, once were dreamers

But they seeped into deep cracks

Torn up walls, we're born to fall

How much I long those bright days back

Everything we've given to this "noble" city living

Will not return, the verdict goes unread

No light, Holland tunnel

Stars that hide, I think I'm done, I'll

Burn these broken dreams

I think Bohemia is dead.