Lost in an eternal daze, dazzled by the city lights,
Faces fly by, in this city governed by night
We claim pieces of concrete, unpolished fairy dust,
Seeking shelter on this land full of unbalanced trust
Entitlement corrupts free spirits, crushing dreams one by one
As the sun falls, our fears and walls become undone
A city of expectations, fueled by the purest form of irony
Nothing is required, but presumptions dampen any clarity
Walls guard secrets untold, keeping them safe in the clouds
Hands shaking, smiles rising, money flying, all because we’re too proud
The city of shine and sparkle, an eternal masquerade
Everyone’s invited, but not everyone can make it
You’ll need more than a mask, what are you willing to trade?
Even the shadows dance in here, will you join this masquerade?
– Cristina Nogueras ©