City, a collection of people with dreams,

Who come here with hopes and wings,

Hoping to fly the skyscrapers past,

Who would skip a meal or two and fast,

Gradually city shows its true colors,

It strips the wings off their feathers,

Until only bones remain as a sign,

That the person had once hoped to fly high,

City, from the outside it is a paradise,

From the inside, it’s just a glorified golden cage.