Never Where You Look

The seedy underbelly of the city
Is not so beautiful, but quite attractive.
In fact, it makes me go all Walter Mitty
Because imagination's overactive.
I dream of sliding under subway cars
And dealing death to desperados there;
Or lurking in the shady, half-lit bars
Under the neon's flat aggressive glare.
But most of all I want discovery:
That feeling that you're trying something new;
The hope that it will end excitingly
And the off-chance that other dreams come true.
So come with me, someday, and hop the rails
To seek new worlds and capture Holy Grails.