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You know, sometimes it seems to me
That the city’s just a stage, a fantasy
And we’re the extras here, our lines long lost, you see
Forgotten actors in a scene we can’t decipher, free
My neighbourhood falls asleep, dreams on pillows it does sweep
I stand upon the ledge where stars my soul do deeply keep
I watch the horizon — past the edge of mighty Neva’s stream
A new reality turns on, where we’re strangers in a wild dream
The rooftops are like portals to worlds beyond our sight
Where maybe we are happy, far from this grey blight
In my heart
But the ticket there’s more costly than a morning’s mirror light
Their currency is silence — I have but a cry “Up high!
I try to warm my palms on this paper cup so frail
While the city paints my private lie on the window’s pale
The world swallows hope, our chilled lips burn, a bitter tale
There, coffee in paper cups tastes better than you’ve ever hailed
Block walls like honeycomb, each cell a fate untold
People simmer there, their years and selves unfold
Here, metro escalators drag us deep where dawn won’t show
You open your eyes — and skies above just silently weep, so slow
Neon paradise, shop windows shine like mica bright
Yet this “happiness” tastes like water rusted, cold, not right
We rush inside a cage, against walls and faces we collide
Seeking the door where no replacement waits inside
I try to warm my palms on this paper cup so frail
While the city paints my private fog on the window’s pale
The world swallows hope, our chilled lips burn, a bitter tale
There, coffee in paper cups tastes better than you’ve ever hailed
And you know, especially in morning
When the world’s not yet gone deaf
From the ads’ loud roar — the city’s like a temple, breath by breath
You’re a lost Adam there, so small beneath the sky so vast
This bitter sip — a gulp of purity, before the rush amassed
We all seek portals — in work, in love, in dreams so sweet
But find just a window’s corner, on the moon’s reverse, incomplete
And while this cup’s still warm
While steam ascends to skies so wide
I seem to see the wonders voices keep deep inside
We pay for air, for light, for metres squared we call our own
For standing at the edge, to gaze at skies of grey, unknown
And happiness — it’s right here, in your pocket, close at hand
In cold ashes it lies… Some built a portal some can’t stand
The coffee tastes better there
Especially in the morning
Especially when you’re not in haste, with no place to go
Especially when you’ve realised the portals were right below
You just had to stop, stay still, and take a sip — let it flow
