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 golden city.
we don't have the golden mind.
but we have golden Treasure that they don't have.

the golden city turn dark. and dark.
but it never asleep.
the fraternity of Tau Alpha Sigma will always found with smokes.
the gigantic stadium will always be empty with the truth.

O golden city, my heart longs for you.
my heart breaks for you.
seek, and you will find.
seek, seek his face, the Elohim.

we are here.
for you, golden city, and all people with golden mind.
we have your answer.