Perfect stillness is not a place desired
Where silence is just a word falling
Wandering through the bustling crowds
You cannot be found if you are not lost
High above where stars hang unseen
A city below stitched at its seams
You walk the paths of winded streets
That each lead to a different door
Choices you can make, choices you can break
Stories that you have been told
Rising like dust, they are solid like gold
But the best tales are the ones that you live
Words that you write, scenes that you create
Adventure is a sculpture carved in your bones
Climbing to the highest point of the CN tower
Screaming on the fastest Wonderland rides
Rushing water plummeting like the diving swans of
Niagara Freshly covered snow as you hurtle down mountains
Zipping past trees without a safety net
As you lick maple syrup dripping off your lips
Experience made you, freedom bade you
Chains don’t exist, cages you resist
There’s a city sprawled at your feet
Start walking.
Why I Wrote This Piece
I was inspired to create this piece when I thought about the way the city skyline of Toronto looks underneath the stars. I just had that image in my head, of downtown and the sprawling streets, with the biggest crowds, and the center of the city. I started the poem with that in mind, and then as I added lines, I pictured myself doing different things, going through the best experiences I’ve had in Toronto. In the end, this poem became about the opportunities in Toronto that you can have. It’s a poem that is daring you to reach out and take them.