In the midst of my fallen state, a wise man did say,
“Your choices are clouded, by depression’s gray,
Anxiety’s weight, and a heart that’s gone cold,
How well are you traveled, young one, before you grow old?”
His words struck a chord, like a bell in my soul,
For I had been lost, in a darkness that took its toll,
Love had given up on me, and I was close to the edge,
Depression’s whisper, was my constant, haunting pledge.
Anxiety’s grip, was tight, like a vice in my mind,
And sex, a distant memory, I couldn’t rekindle in time,
But that’s all in the past now, like a fading scar,
I’ve moved on, and I’m rising, like a morning star.
I’m on my way to the mega city, where dreams are made,
To see beyond my small community, where my heart was enslaved,
I’m hustling to find, plenty money, sex and love,
In that order, a new chapter, a new flex.
The city lights beckon, like a siren’s call,
A place where I can lose myself, and find my true all,
A melting pot of cultures, where diversity reigns,
Where I can rewrite my story, and break free from my chains.
I’m ready to take on, the challenges that come my way,
To face my fears, and seize the day,
For I know that I’m strong, and capable, and bold,
And my future’s bright, like the city lights, that shine like gold.
So I’ll rise above, my fallen state,
And find my place, in this mega city’s estate,
Where plenty money, sex and love, will find me anew,
And I’ll shine so bright, like the city lights, that shine true.
