Paris

Tired of broken friendships,
torn apart
and struck again.

Ocean of wisdom,
of broken vessels
and broken hearts.

And finally Paris
My secret city,
My Shangri-La;
Paris of a thousand lights
and as many dreams,
or so it seems.
Land of forgotten debt,
abandoned regret;
You are my salvation,
my shining nowhere;
I will leave my care
behind,
free the mind.

Paris
my future past
the feast that lasts.