55 Poems by Patrick Rost - #2: Videotape

Let's move to New York City
and dedicate our lives to creation,
we all wanna be famous,
and who could blame us?
Videotape please come and claim us,
we need lights,
to stage our fights,
our outburst sounds,
our soul's birthright,
while the soul lies still
in the womb of the universe,
waiting for the cue lights
of New York City sky,
the soul shall claim it's birthright
to get born before it dies.