I am on a quest for the secrets of my city.

Yet not the bad scary secrets.

No No..

The city slickers are less smooth these days

Perhaps money realities go into effect once a nose is turned on everyone

So many noses and then the hipsters find themselves with out

The rules of the world are real

The rules are sometimes kind as the wheel

Others more dangerous

But rules happen for some reasons

Just don't get ruled over

Not anymore

Yet I can master myself and my life these days

So in some important ways

I am no slave.

O dear darling

The day breaks

Curtains calling numbers

In the balloon booth

I got fever

So let me in

To your super digits

For an exciting

Honey.