I Am Not

If you were to ask me, where I found my hope

I’d say, it probably came when I looked underneath

You know, where the sun shines in secret

For only one chosen soul to see

If you were to ask me, where I found my dreams

I’d tell you, where the city follows mountains

High above the clouds

And where the people from that city

Climb and never fall

But, I would remember every city has two faces

One of them growing dull of happy places

If you were to ask me, where I decided to run 

When you told me to stay

Well, I’d just remind you that I never left

You simply took my heart and put it where only the dead lay

So, if my hopes and dreams really reflected love

And I still was found deprived of

Then I guess I’m not the chosen one

The one chosen by the sun

And that would mean, I lived on the side

The city never climbs;

The side for the fallen and denied