Creek and Shadows

I’m walking in the shadows

While my feet splash through the shallows

Of the creek that trickles through my memories

I listen to the soft, warm breeze

Whispering through the autumn leaves

Gilded gold, yet valueless to thieves

The leaves keep drifting down

Obscuring the direction I came from

Until I recognize the hum

Slithering into my remembrance

That noisy, cold New York embrace

Where only buildings in the sky

Throw shadows outside my mind’s eye

I came there following a man

Who didn’t really give a damn

And through my broken-hearted hell

Decided, the best revenge was living well

Here where he thought he was king

By outdoing him, I’d reverse the sting

In New York, New York I stayed

Accepting all the accolades

Accorded me as I rose on and up

Drinking from successes’ cup

Until I forgot that I stayed here

Just to prove a point, then disappear

When people asked me what I planned

I’d say that there would come a time

For land with a creek, wild and wide

With Andalusian horses for me ride

Copses of different types of trees

Green grass growing past my knees
 

So, I think it's time that I moved on

It no longer matters what I’ve won

For I have nothing left to prove

It’s time to pack my car and move

Off the asphalt and concrete

To a place with soft earth beneath my feet