reject for pleasure.

im pretty sure.
fairly certain.
slowly i have begun to go vague.
gray.
over these past few days.
after the weeks had past.
the thought drifted.
vices turned to victories.
after the nights.
of instant repetition.
verbatim.
versatile.
after those days.
those nights.
i still feel.
jaded.
changed.
unaware.
and at times i can escape this hate.
yet still it brews.
simmers.
stews.

right time.
wrong face.

this city.
owns me.
shows me.

exactly.
different faces they change.
they become the same.
gray.
blur the lines.
between
friends and enemies.

this city.
full of those who know the way.
the way this goes.
full to the brim.
stirring the pot.
heavy on the salt.

this city.
pulls me in.

its all quiet possible.
that in this wonderful city.
all these wonderful people.
with all their wonderful secrets.
and magnificent beats.
all these people.
dont even see past the sheets.

i highly doubt any of them understand.
how much it take.
to be to far to go.
how long it will be.
before they really can tell.
which ways
what.
and all this.
sing and shouting.
and dancing in the streets.
all this is for nothing.
preaching to the choir.
a canary that wont sing.

right time.
wrong place.
this city.
grows on me.
despite my own disgrace.
leaves me.
opened.
folded.
and discarded.