Headed north on the strip in last hour of the night
One would have to be blind to notice not these paradoxical sights
Yes, it is night, but the neon echoes high off the sky
The light air was heavy, full of many, many lies
The buzz of alcohol was all but wearing off
Those who do not smoke somehow now do cough
Those faithful of the cards now stumbled home in doubt
The city which says all are in now leaves every soul out
And, yes, the ladies of the night seek out their last John
The stream of addiction flows in an infinite on and on...

Quite a note to end my vision quest, as I took it all in
Seeking solace through the radio I hear a preacher declare this a city of sin
So I do turn around and head now south for a final view
And in what seemed like a brief minute, everything is now askew

All that glitter of artificial light becomes washed out by the upcoming sun
The business people arise for work missing not any of the wicked fun
Joggers and walkers now cruise the sidewalk and street
Where just an instant before all the hookers strut their beat
And I wonder if they are all one in the same
The ladies and men of the night now running from their shame
The street lights slowly fade off as the night does pass away
The dying awake from the dead...the anti-vampires into day
A man cannot afford his coffee, but carries his ace of spades
Another knows not now that he or she is dying from aids

“Welcome to Vegas”, the sign I saw in my rear view mirror
In the middle of the desert I saw a mirage which had no tear
I drive away and Raven rises to meet me, and flaps its wings, “Good-bye...”
I leave a prayer for this place and deep in my Soul I do cry...


Keni Lee
9/27/03

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