The poet has creatively expressed that he can't write a poem The poet has creatively expressed that he can't write a poem

In the meadows, I remember myself roll In the meadows, I remember myself roll

The city loves us like a jealous cat The city loves us like a jealous cat

Hustle and bustle; the big city lights wrapping up the streets.. Hustle and bustle; the big city lights wrapping up the streets..

Sometimes we have to compromise on our dreams.       Sometimes we have to compromise on our dreams.