new york city/home.

[lostinmymindxo]

i'm dreaming and i'm wandering
wandering around this city of lights
staring out into the water and watching the reflection of the neon.
i'm leaning against the rail and trying desperatly not to submit myself to this place
but it's so difficult to resist, so hard to withstand
the beauty of the people, the smell, the relfection of the lights upon mountain high buildings

i'm walking through the streets, where everyone greets me like i'm someone they've known for so long
i stop to stare at this child running around like this is his playground
it's a beautiful sight to see, with so much to do and so much more to look at
i feel like i'm standing in the middle of the most astonishing painting
it's like something that you just can't take your eyes off
the buildings, the lights, the people inside, the autumn leaves falling from the autumn trees it's an obsession

i'm taking a chance at calling this my home, and i feel like i'm dreaming
until i stop to toss a penny in the fountain and a lady whispers "this is home sweetheart"..
what is home to me?..
she repeats, "this is your home, what more can you expect from such a place? this is new york city."

i am home.