At least right now I kinda wish I was.










But eventually you do. You pull yourself away from the living colour palette. From the picture perfect scenery. From the life you wish you lived.
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Hoopla!
Walk the pavements until I need a park bench.
Sew sew sew many pretty things to buy.
People to watch as they go about their daily lives.
Drinks to be drunk, tales to be spun.
But this time I wouldn't get lonely.
I'd feel like a silver screen star.
And love every second of that New York minute.