How do we keep our souls from being stolen?
By the silver lights of the city
And the serenades of the sirens?
They call to us,
Peddling their wares,
Singing a chorus of sweet deceits.

I wander the black and white city,
Streets paved with gold and precious stones,
On the faces of passerbys
Were eyes that glint with a hunger
That can never be satiated.
They run from places to places,
Seeking,
But never finding a home.

Am I in a lucid dream?
Wide awake,
Or on the brink of sleep?
Straddling the worlds of dreams and realities,
Never knowing the veracity of either world.