I dream of New York
Goin’ to the Village to score some smack
By selling my body to the highest bidder
As my creativity soars to a new high
I paint the city with my soul
Using every drop of blood and sweat
As I wake up at noon uptown
And party downtown all night
Maybe, I’ll be famous and die young
Or become baghag on the mean streets
I dream of New York
Only if my mind goes South
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There are dreams and there are dreams. The fact of dreaming is great but the dreams themselves could lend a real clue as to the process of thinking and wishing; the results and consequences even more so.