Sometimes fantasies give more pleasure than reality.

City Life

Yes, it’s me
Wild fantasy,
To ride my bike
For a ramble on roads;
Cheerful majestic,
Breeze blowing my hair;
Under the light of
Sparkling stars;

While midnight
Hidden in blanket of darkness,
To feel confident
Fresh vibes;
While at campsite,
Getting warm near campfire;

I love my city
Invite me,
My excitement reaches to the hype;
My soul be like
sobbed in divine,
When I take flight
To have city life;

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