The city in the summer nights,
Beats a steady drum rhythm. Slow
Living does RHYME with time.
Strange be a drastic decision
Proceeding without permission.
Bad luck? Nothing but superstition.
Lying leads to reprimanding in. The
Lime light to pretending.
Love letters lead to a romance rekindled
And some slow dance of remembrance
As a symphony orchestra played late
Into the AFTER THOUGHTS of midnight' s
Worthy of a perfect dream to much to
Conceive, which gives birth to unbelief
And the RETURN TO REALITY.
The city in the summer nights.
Beats a steady drum rhythm. Slow.