The Golden City

There lies the path to the Golden city,
Where lives a life who is dutifully silly-
The one with a heart that loves and cares,
And is lost in the crowd of the gloomy city.
Though the path is clear and fresh,
(because no one could ever trace)
So beautiful a city to exist near
Where everything is just and everyone dear
Yet I feel the pain to tread,
All alone ...
I leave a part of me behind,
Only to look and search and find.