Future Prospects

inside looking out. swear this city looks new. wonder how i missed it so many times before now. flashing lights, steady traffic, climbing buildings to open eyes and open windows on the 20th floor. keeping friends and summer nights preserved in thought. beckoning for pleasures left, if only for a night, while my heart is home - this city. it feels golden. i know too many places ask for me to make my leave and settle my roots in their soil. the truth is, there's a thousand different directions to head. i just might take them all.