There is a city

A city of magic for many

Of warm smells in the marketplace

Where coins are traded

And stories are told

Of little kids running home

Their hands sticky with honey

Grins wide and laugh bright

They are greeted in their parents loving embrace

The dad spins them around

While the mom gently scolds them for being late

In this city where no one is unloved

No one is hungry, no one is homeless.

But can that ever really be true?

And for a city as busy as this

A lot can be lost along the busy paths

The chatter of the crowds

Most thought this city to be a fairy tale

But what is a fairy tale really?

If not denial