Brooklyn My Home

Brooklyn my home
you rescue me from
sterile steel and glass
all that planned discourse
the kind we both despise
your vibrancy is told
in the eyes of your people
the reflection of the sunset
on the park on the hill
streets that ease my tired knees
and hold me tight
trees that shield my thoughts
keeping them from flight
people dancing, children playing
I'll always love coming home to you
change as you do constantly
but always keeping it real
freedom in thought
individual expression
your heart is always open
to those who want
to love and learn
their destiny

©2005 Sean Muzzy