What Am I To You?

What am I to you great city? What new concoctions In your boiling bloodstream Take me to new highlights In a night that lasts forever And is so full of dark wonders When I'm down and out of breath? What am I to you when life's Celebration's a dead end in your secret alleys? In your steaming arteries What kind of force has come to be The shelter of your hungry children? You simply want me to give in to you. You don't have an option For me to resist Your treacherous wisdom And your beckoning grins. But I win, O I win, By a head's length I win, When it comes to the question I will make the right choice. So free from your gentle Tight grip and smoking love, What am I to you But a handful of memories? That's the only thing You can get from me, The part of me you can touch And relish in your lonely nights. You taught me something I won't forget; I wasn't made for this city life. So goodbye; it was useful to know you, Now let the distance come And drown us in sweet separation; A journey has ended. Another begins.