Paris Street Lights

My mind of beauty seeps through this society’s ideology
Beyond its deluded reality
As my mind try’s to define beauty
I see a girl walking in the snow alone
Under the Paris street lights

Without cars tainting the pure white snow brown
And without people yelling trying to define pure
She simply just walks with a hint of sadness
Nothing to cheer her shy smile
No love to shine through her brilliant brown eyes
She just simply walks, under the Paris street lights

She lets the gentle snowflakes fall and rest in her hair
The more I watch the more I realise
All she does is walk along this never ending bridge
Nowhere to go, nowhere to be but under the Paris street lights

As I am forced back into this grey reality
I begin to hear the sound of passing cars
I hear the people of doomsday preaching purity
I miss the image of white snow along the road
I miss the noise of nothing but most of all
I miss true beauty, walking under the Paris street lights