That There London

Up that there London your life is true,
You felt success to those they few,
The home town nothing, now eyes were new,
Up that there London, your life is true,
Eyes reflecting a life now new,
All forgotten now you are you,
Streets seem cleaner, though dirt is dirt,
Doesn't matter, it's London's dirt,
You're one step higher than those who stayed,
Judging all, who don't share mind 
For you know better, than all remained,
Their lives are tragic, to your judgement,  
You bathe in life's twist of fate,
For you will savour, your will to jump,
Shaming those, who do not share,
Your vision of life, you compare,
You are all, that seek to follow,
To a town, where you are hollow,
You soon discover, that they you left,
Live a life, you don't process,
For in the wind, you're cast adrift,
In that there London you are whiff, 
The dream of living, is a myth,
Where you left, to be the lead,
The fish too big to feel complete,
Lights are lights & dirt is dirt,
Where it resides, matters not,
You thought your life, lay in that their London, 
In the light's of dreams, where none are certain,
The illusion becomes, a vision of nothing,
Lights are lights & dirt is dirt, 
The life remains, a hurt to heal,
Heading south is all that matters,
That there London will cure all fails…
That there London, where light is light & dirt is dirt... 

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