the golden city
it was almost dark, when everybody starts to come out from their nest. smoking cigar and chatting with buddies in the parking lot. this place is like home to them. a place where they can express them self, be whoever they want to be. do whatever they want to do. only the sky, is the limit. whites, blacks, Chinese, Cambodians, Vietnamese, Africans. Christians, Buddhist, Muslims, Daoist, atheists, whatever-ist. dancers, poets, engineers, doctors, businessman-to-be, artists, actors, directors. everybody shouting the same voice, "I am my future!" the sun keeps going down, the city turn dark. light ball start clicking everywhere. the city turn gold. it is the golden city. full of golden people. with golden mind. then we march down the road. passing that golden mind again and again. they ask, "and then what?" is there any more to life than this? than just this gold? we keep walking. we are hugging the Maker. we have hope. we breathe life. we know. we don't have the go