This street in the place.
Souls twining on naked bodies,
Spirits flowing through the veins;
All dance in this place.
This street in the place.
Where perfume lingers,
Ghosts dance in neon lights
Music fills the silence of the night
Where all want to be One,
And One can’t be None.
This street in the place.
Lust in the beats.
Greed in the feast.
One desires Peace;
But settles for his wish.
This street in the place.
Wisdom is Epicurus;
Pleasure is all fair.
People go, Ghosts return.
Music changes, History Alters.
Water remains blue,
Sun beats still.
The night is drunk.
The day is tanned.
I, died, We Live.
The Bottles are refilled,
The ghosts resume their dance
Neon Lights burn on.
Which was this place?
